If I'm sitting at lunch and not talking to you as I eat our cafeteria meal, really because it's free, I don't want to talk to you. If I did, I would probably say something. I'm not depressed, contemplating life, contriving my new plan to dominate the world, or thinking of a way to piss you off. I just don't want to talk. Pretty simple concept, really. So quit trying to invite me into the small talk. I know I'm invited, I came to lunch with you. Even if I wasn't, if I wanted to join in, I would anyway.
Yes, it's usually awful, but sometimes I want to sit and stare at my chickenesque food as I eat, and not converse. I see you every day, I talk to you every day - probably more than my husband, I'm not really that interesting of a person. I have run out of things to say. Please let me eat my crap in peace today.
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Okay, I'll just sit quietly by (hoping for the opportunity to perform the Heimlich manoevre)..
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