a more human atmosphere

i have weird things about me. one of them is that sometimes i go into a restaurant and i can't stay there because i don't like the way it feels and i sort of have a panic attack where i am unable to in any way sociable because it feels actually like i hate everyone in there and they hate me. that happened today. there is often a lot of anxiety about "where should we eat?" so i suggested this place called port of subs because i was hoping that since there is already a subway in town that this place would not be exactly like subway, but it was. i wanted a reuben, but i don't think they had them. i just didn't like the looks of the employees, the customers, the menu or anything. sometimes i think it is because i am psychic and i sense bad energy in a place, but who knows. anyway, we went to a different place called primo deli. they were okay, but i would have preferred a multigrain roll to a white roll and they didn't even ask me what i wanted but just assumed i wanted white. oh well.
anyway, this place was much more comfortable for me because they had cheap stained carpet, antique plates on shelves, mirrors and a hand-painted garden mural on the wall. much more acceptable. there just aren't a lot of interesting choices for dining in susanville.