There is a reality that hangs in the space between Base Need and Raw Emotion.
It is called hanger.
It is being HANGRY: finding yourself at that exact point where hunger and anger collide, swell and mutate, creating a force no longer one or the other but with a terrible power of its very, very own.
It is being so hungry you’re angry/being so angry about being so hungry.
We’ve all been there.
It happens first thing in the morning following an early dinner and a late bedtime, when you emerge from slumber ready to take on the world with your fists and teeth.
It happens in the mid afternoon when your head throbs in tune with your stomach and you come to the abrupt and brutal realization that you really should have went to law school all those many years ago, which was actually quite a while ago now that you really think about it.
It happens close to closing hours when you’re incensed at the Institution but can only take it out on the person, and the person knows exactly what you are doing and is furious at you for being livid.
Because it’s your fault for not taking them for what they are, and NO ONE has had anything but toast today and you are all of you famished, starving, RAVENOUS .
There are lots of words for “angry” in the dictionary.
There are many words for “hungry”.
But there is nothing that quite covers it when you’re hangry.
The way I am living these days, my days are filled with long periods of boredom and busy work interspersed with sudden, intense moments of pure, unadulterated hanger.
The cure for what ails me is not a Simple Thing.
You may want to talk about SCIENCE – blood sugar or whatever.
But I am talking about a State of Mind, A Reality of Being, which is more immediate than SCIENCE. It is more than something that happens to you. It is something you go through. You live it.
You may want to suggest a snack to quell the hanger.
Like having a Snickers.
Having a Snickers doesn’t help when you’re hangry. To a hangry person, a Snickers is a fucking insult.
It is not enough!
It is deficient, like trying to put out an inferno with the air from whoopee cushions.
DON’T BE ABSURD.
You may want to suggest eating less meat and more veggies.
Once again, you’re late to the point, trying to put the pin back into the HANGRY HANGER grenade.
When you’re hangry, the only cure is to get the fuck to the nearest FOOD you can and hope that some poor unsuspecting fuck of a someone does not get the fuck in your way.
Because when you’re hangry, the one cure once removed from food, GLORIOUS FOOD, is to punch a bitch.
Who’s a bitch?
That is the Thing about hanger. It does not discriminate.
It is, in its way, a Beautiful Thing in the way that beautiful is honest, and in the way that honest is brutal and just doesn’t give a shit about you today, OK?