Since I like my routine and familiar places, I'm a regular at quite a few eating spots around town. One manager starts cooking my meal the second I walk through the doors because he knows exactly what I'll order. Another place knows me by name. Another restaurant owner knows my whole life story. I was even offered a job because of my loyalty and punctuality! I would think that many regulars must be somewhere on the spectrum.
I do a lot of things alone, like eating out. Some people have insecurities about going on solo dates. It feels completely natural to me. When I eat I tend to narrow-focus on my food which may leave a companion left out. That's not to say I don't enjoy company, I just can't give a conversation the attention it deserves while munching.
When I was 15 I worked at McDonald's and used to think that regulars had nothing better to do with their time than come everyday at the same time, sit at the same seat, and order the same thing. I've become that customer. Worse even. I'm peculiarly pickier. Life has a funny way of putting people in their place, their designated regular place. Or as Sheldon Cooper would say it, 'my spot'.
In December I attended an event downtown. The girl working coat check asked me 'Are you Margo?'. I figured she must be someone I went to school with or who recognized me from my hefty online/ modelling presence. 'Yes, I am actually!', I responded. Here I am thinking 'I'm famous now. I don't need to live like this anymore'. My moment of delusion that I had 'made it' was quickly shot down when she follows up with 'You go to Nando's right?'. 'Yes. Yes I do', I answered humbly. Even though being a frequent flyer somewhere can feel like being a celebrity (VIP discounts, free desserts, being recognized, etc...), I'm still just a regular despite not being ordinary.