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When I'm at someone else's place, I have no reference for what the normal interior geography of a house is like. I struggle to figure out what item is supposed to go where, because I'm used to seeing things dangling precariously from piles, or accessible only by reaching through a tiny nook. Now I tend to place things on the floor, or in a heap.

Also, you wouldn't think "sitting down to eat a meal" is something you'd need to practice, but it apparently is. During my formative years, the top of the dining table -- like all pieces of furniture in the house -- was buried under junk and coated with dust. So we sat down on the floor next to the table during meals. I learned to associate mealtimes with a sense of shame and panic, and I would try to eat as fast as I could to get out of that space. Now imagine ever inviting guests over for dinner.

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As a result, I never fully got used to eating at a table like a normal person. To this day, I just prefer eating on my bed. I dread the thought of going out to eat, because I still feel an extreme sense of discomfort with eating around other people. Do you know that guy who eats really fast, to the point where they don't even seem to be enjoying it? There's a fair chance that it's because they're starving -- lots of us have vivid memories of mealtimes that we just wanted to end as quickly as possible.

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