Qutting

I've considered quitting breakfast - day three of this parasitic idea sits on my throat while i down a second cup of coffee and finish off a granola bar. Monumental change such as this doesn't come sweeping in by any revolutionary force, no. Like all life-altering decisions, this is based in necessity, and as my wrangled stomach  faces off with my new-found reality of a woman on the road, i start to see myself slip away. Is this the self-discovery that so many twenty-somethings pine for? Is this the self-creation intended for the college graduates of America? Can I dare reinvent myself into a breakfastless type?

I imagine waking up and rolling down the street into a diner. Filling my chipped mug with coffee, the ponytailed waitress without looking up from her pad asks, "Anything to eat?"

"No, i'm quitting," I wave off and leaf to the crossword in the local paper. 

I've seen that Person in restaurants, known them to exist in my day to day life, but never had One as anything more than acquaintance. They are great conversationalists if the subject pleases Their fancy; They hold an attractive yet noticeable scowl on Their face, one that only begins to blur at later hours of the evening; They read nothing trite or trashy, have no interest in the kind of frivolity that could cause an eye-roll or two; They have no drive and so no fear of disappointment; They are already disappointed.

I haven't quite embarked for the unknown yet, still splayed across this green and beige checkered couch in SW  Portland. But it's day four of my journey down south and i'm already seeing the telltale signs of the breakfastless folk weave into my netting. Maybe a big meal will help revitalize me. Maybe hashbrowns and two eggs over easy on a homemade biscuit. Maybe i'm responsible for snapping myself back into the world of wonderment, frivolity, and a sense of purpose, no matter how contrived. The question of whether anyone can really change lingers in the quarter inch of my lukewarm coffee and i wonder what kind of hunger i'm feeling.