To answer your question, what is hanger: hanger = hunger + anger. And yes, science has proven that this is an actual thing.
The reason why I’m writing about this is that I suffer from hanger often. Yes, I get grumpy when I’m hungry, but I’m also one of those people who gets grumpy when I’m tired, sick or stressed out. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I get grumpy for many reasons. However, I think the worst combination would be being hungry, sick, stressed out, and having PMS – may the good Lord spare us from that (I won’t survive in prison).
I must admit, I used to have a short temper, but over the years I have learnt to chill out more and be patient. This is possible because I go to karate 3 to 4 times a week and punch stuff (and people, sometimes). It’s a good way to let go of all the built-up anger.
I also have a fast metabolism. So, when I get hungry (which is most of the time) and don’t eat, the ugly head of hanger sticks out. On that note, I’m quite surprised I have managed to stay relatively skinny (considering the amount I eat, but my mom says that will stop abruptly when I turn 30. That means I don’t have a lot of skinny-time left …
Do you know what I hate? When I’m in a really bad mood (possibly because of hanger) and someone says: “Hey, cheer up” or “Give us a smile”. That’s when I think “I will smile over your cold, dead body.” At times like these I don’t say anything, I just give them a dirty look. The kind of look that epitomises the phrase “If looks could kill” and believe me, I’m trying my best.
Believe me, when someone is in a bad mood, don’t say anything, just back away slowly, or give them food (or both). Which brings me to my next point – hanger kits.
My boyfriend and I started to give each other hanger kits, which is pretty much just a box with snacks in. He didn’t always have time to go buy food during lunch or when he had to work overtime, so I thought I’d do something about it. Also, he is a wise man and knows that women have their monthlies and want snacks. Hence, the hanger kit tradition lives on.
I’m part of the solution
I guess the nurturer in me is the reason why I love giving people food. I’m not a great cook, but I do love baking. And everyone loves free food. Even anorexic people secretly love food, they just barf it all out afterward. But hey, if you love something set it free, right? (I’m going to hell for saying that.)
I especially loved taking food to work (this is back when I actually had an office). I spread joy and made myself popular at the same time. Plus, nobody wants to fire the person who brings food to work. Am I right?
Food, glorious food! ~ Ice Age
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