Hangry.

A new word got added to the Collins dictionary on 04/09/12.  That word is ‘hangry’: the irrational irritation one gets when he or she is hungry.  Not everybody succumbs to this irrational state; but it turns out, I do.

Watching people eat burgers and sausages at the graduation BBQ the last night was just about too much.  Then today I got distracted cleaning and ended up waiting too long for lunch. My skin has broken out (which though may be unrelated, I’m blaming on lack of fruit and veg).  I want a cup of TEA.

All of a sudden the ugly traits of hanger were upon me.  I was irritated. I was hungry. I was angry.

And it was IRRATIONAL.  My feelings were completely dictated by my stomach. I wasn’t starving, I’m not undernourished; I was just a little hungry, but I had completely abandoned my composure.

40 days and 40 nights Jesus didn’t eat in the dessert, He was tempted by Satan himself, offered the entire world and yet not once did he falter in His resolve.  Jesus didn’t worship his stomach; he could look beyond himself to a bigger goal.

Food, comfort, pleasure; just a few more of the false altars at which I make a daily offering. Each to be laid down at the altar of my God; each to be consumed in the refiners fire.