This is a
sentiment felt by some, and
mocked by many. In my experience, it seems that almost all
teenage girls suffer from an overwhelming
sadness when they see, for example, a
lone potato sitting in the
serving bowl. No matter how
full you are, if you
suffer from this most
annoying of
weaknesses, you cannot leave it there. You will pick the
poor blighter out of its
solitude, put it on your
plate, where it already begins to look much happier,
cut it up, and
cram it into your
mouth. Of course, this
problem does not only apply where potatoes are concerned.
Carrots,
baked beans,
chips,
broccoli - any
food can have the same effect.
I can only speak for myself when I try to define the motivation behind this desire to leave only empty dishes. I feel terribly sad when I see loneliness and solitude. I feel some kind of empathy with a poor, neglected, lonely, cold thing which nobody wants. Adding to this feeling is the fact that the last serving left in the dish is often the least attractive - the runt. It is surely a natural emotion to pity the underdog?
This is why I always walk away from dinner feeling ridiculously full. But still, I'd rather that than let a kindred spirit of mine be thrown into the bin.