This memoir represents a tendency I have in my personal relationships. If I'm left to my own devices, I tend to isolate myself without even realizing it - I won't bother organizing hangouts with my friends because I just assume they'll contact me if they want to. I've gotten much better about this, but I used to not contact my friends if they never contacted me first, assuming that they were too busy or disinterested. Which was sometimes the case, but most often not. Some of my friends were thinking exactly the same thing I was, which makes this whole thing so self-defeating and stupid that I can't even.
This is a picture I took in a restaurant in Québec City two summers ago. The empty chair with the table already set is symbolic of something, but I can't quite put my finger on it. I think it kind of represents the expectations and assumptions that are present in the types of situations I described above, if that makes any sense at all.