LAZ wrote:Why would anyone care about what other people eating seem like? Does the food taste bad to you if the other patrons strike you as uncool?
The food is good or it's not. The surroundings are comfortable to eat in, or they are not. The waitstaff makes sure you get what you want or it does not. The only feeling of coolness, or otherwise, a restaurant can impart to me is though its heating and air conditioning system.
Well for me (since you asked) it's not so much a question of "caring," but "observing." You say you observe whether the temperature of the restaurant is cool or warm, so you're not opposed to observing stuff with your sense of touch. Noticing the other people in the restaurant is just another form of observation, using the senses of sight and sound. I'm not sure why you'd cut off those senses when entering a restaurant, when I'm sure you don't cut them off in any other environment.
Obviously, you,
LAZ, do use your senses of smell and taste (so that's 3 out of 5), because you say the other thing besides room temperature that you care about is the food. But restaurants, for most of us, are about so much more than food and thermostats. There's the decor, the design, the ambience, the quality (not just promptness) of the service, the feeling you get from the staff, the music that's playing (or not), and on and on--including, yes, the other customers you see and hear around you. Restaurants being about more than food is why I visit LTH instead of a forum on recipes.
Ultimately, of course, all these sense-observations do translate into "caring," because that's what the mind does--attaches values, positive or negative, to the things our senses observe and the way these things make us feel.
But excessive self-consciousness can be painful, and I'd gladly trade mine away if I could, and more power to you if you lack this weakness.
I appreciate the observations and ideas that have been shared by other posters on this thread. The "bright light/dim light" variable suggested by
tapler reminded of a story which I hadn't thought about when I started this thread, and haven't thought about for years. It was back when I was in my twenties, in the seventies, when "dressing up for dinner when you went to a nice restaurant" was what you did. The restaurant was elegant, small, and, unfortunately, brightly lit. Most of the patrons were somewhat older than me and my wife, very well-dressed and looking like they belonged, and I was feeling self-conscious. But I was glad I was wearing my jacket and tie, so that I could "pass" for one of them. And I thought, on balance, that I was doing a darned good job of "passing." As we were shown to our table, though, I had the uneasy sense that the patrons were looking at me with haughty bemusement, as if I didn't belong there; but I wrote that off to my typical self-consciousness and dismissed the feeling. It was only when I sat down that I realized that my fly was gaping wide open.