(For reference: I’m the one who started the “People are weird” thread in MPSIMS).
I recently made friends with a guy who doesn’t like to eat in front of other people. I’m posting this thread about because, in the week I found out and have been thinking about it, I’m getting more and more disturbed by the idea.
Eating with other people is a pretty basic component of friendly human behavior. Usually, if you’ve shared a meal with someone, it means you won’t raid their village and steal their women in the middle of the night, or burn down their mead-hall, or that you’ll give them fair warning to skeedaddle before you shoot them when they cross onto your territory. Breaking bread together is just a fundamental part of human behavior.
Then there’s the issue of me and all of my other friends, whose social world revolves around eating. Camaraderie in my office is centered around having lunch together, and office politics are played out in who will eat lunch with who. I keep in touch with friends at other companies by scheduling lunches together. On the weekend we give dinner parties and barbecues, or if we’re watching a movie or playing board games at least someone is preparing some special dish for everybody. People have popular recipies that they’re asked to prepare. My idea of a first date is coffee together, because we don’t deserve to eat together yet, and of a second date, to have dinner together. It just seems natural.
Then there are the issues with him. He is fit and lean, and works very hard to be that way. He says that his mother’s side of the family tends toward the zaftig and that he himself was a chubby kid. He also says that, when he was growing up, though they were a close family they always ate separately, in their bedrooms. He just never got used to sitting down and eating together. I see their unwillingness to eat together as a sign of an unhealthy relationship with food and probably directly correlated to their weight problems. It makes me wonder if he might have a real eating disorder.
I like him very much and am happy to schedule weekend activities so that he can mosey on in around the time everyone else is finished with dinner and moving on to whatever other activity, but I think his preference is bizarre and, quite frankly, I feel sorry for him. I think he’s missing out on one of the best things in life.
Thoughts? Not about him specifically, he just gave me the idea, but about eating with other people?