Ironically, jaybee’s post was the last one I read several hours before the sad news of my own loss had arrived. Interestingly, not only haven’t my views on the subject not changed, they’ve been strengthened.
Am I too old fashioned or retro to suggest that mourning should be observed in private? Or that in our modern days, the perception has changed toward having fun as a means to cope with the stress of a loss?
I can hardly imagine myself going to a restaurant unless I am certain that neither my companions nor other patrons will be affected by my personal circumstances. (Assuming that a restaurant is still viewed as a place where people are to have good times). Each of us requires a different length of time for healing. Should one decide to submit himself to a restaurant endeavor at a time of personal grief, it becomes his personal responsibility to be tolerant of the surroundings without placing the burden on “society”. Perhaps it is just a question of manners or…politics?
Forgive me for being insensitive, but I hardly experience any sympathy toward a woman who violated someone else’s privacy and made his dinner less enjoyable.
Quote: Wilfrid“But, yes, yes we do listen, and many of my own dinner table conversations are actually about conversations we have just overheard. “
Several years ago, we had a memorable lunch where none of us uttered a word. Somehow I believe our table wasn’t the only one involved in the enchanting and quite personal (but not offensive) details of the sex life of a young lady who occupied an adjacent table. As appalling as it may sound to a well-mannered some of us, I have to admit that the enjoyment was such that it resulted in our leaving an extra 5% for the tip.
Jaybee, Wilfrid you are just perfect dining companions. There will never be an awkward moment at your table. If there’d be nothing to say, there’d always be others to overhear