 I ate alone was lunch in the library because I didn't have friends in school, and I learned how to eat alone in a very painful way. And that comes up sometimes, even now when I'm eating alone in restaurants. So I didn't intend to kind of write an essay about loneliness and overcoming it and how it still always kind of exists there. It was just supposed to be how to sit at a counter and have dinner alone. But in being truthful about it, I guess a bigger truth revealed itself, if that makes sense.