Boy’s Lunch Table
As lunch began people readily split off into their already predetermined groups. For the most part it was guys with guys and girls with girls. I sat down at my usual table of all guys. The over saturated air of testosterone prevented any of us from sitting too close to one another. A minimum distance of one foot of empty space between each of us was required. Our man spreads had to be perfectly executed in order to achieve maximum comfort. While lunch will always be seen as the time to eat all of our favorite food (soup), it was also a time for relaxation. Memes flying from one guy to the next at a time with boisterous laughter and chatter. Any outsiders looking in on us would think we must have been escaped mental patients from the neighboring facility. No lunch would be complete without someone spitting the ultimate RIP at the perfect moment and directed at the perfect target. This RIP had to be crafted with the utmost care and precision for maximum effect. However, you never really had to worry about if it were funny or not because you could always just cover up an awkward silence with yet another meme.
However, if it were a particularly boring day we might have had actual cohesive conversations. They were usually straightforward and contained little to no emotional depth. After all, feeling emotion is for the weak. Questions like “What are you doing after school?” would fill the air. Not that we would honestly care, because again emotions, but it would be used just to fill the gap of silence until someone was able to say something funny or bring us more soup. Once again memes were there to save the day. Anyone would didn’t want to participate in any of the main conversations would be quite content with just sitting there on their phone playing games and listening to the humorous background.
Eating lunch with the guys is the way to live.
Girl’s Lunch Table
As lunch began people readily split off into their already predetermined groups. For the most part it was guys with guys and girls with girls. I sat down at my usual table of all girls. We sat as close to each other as humanly possibly. We would converse almost entirely quiet and secretive. If we didn’t allow you at our table then you had no business knowing what was going on. We drew ourselves near, closed and restricted and began our usual daily chatter of drama. Our phone screens would never go dark as even though we were engaged in conversation, we also had to be connected to our social medias. I don’t think for one second we could be detached from the online word. Our conversations never consisted of anything academic related, because that stuff is for the guys to deal with. Us girls with coast through life on looks and marrying someone rich. So naturally, we talked about boys and all the drama that came with them. However, no girl was free from our conversations either. Especially the bitches that sit across the cafeteria from us.
However, if it were a particularly boring day we might have just sat on our phones with no chatter whatsoever. The girls around me respect that fact that sometimes I don’t want to talk to them and I respect their decision when they don’t want to talk to me. We’re just so close to each other. Like super besties. I don't know what I would do without lunch and being able to sit with my friends. With lunch almost over, we would realize that we hadn't started our lunch and would to simply just go without because if anyone saw us eating besides each other it would be a disaster for my social life.
Eating lunch with my girls is the way to live.
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