So, You Think You’re Hungry . . .

How well do you know hunger?

If you’ve been a poor person, you know it pretty well.  And you probably aren’t sitting there reading this blog.  You’ve probably got better things to do – like survive, and get something to eat.  Maybe arrange a little shelter for the night coming.  (Toodles to you, dear! Hoping it doesn’t rain on your head tonight!)  Sincerely said.

But here’s the thing: how well do you know hunger?  Or . . . are you just eating out of habit, changes in lifestyle (say – you’re unhappy with your hair today) – or just out of emotional inertia?  Been there; done that.

But . . . true hunger . . .

Remembering:  Three days not eating.  No food in house.  We’re on our own.

and we’re not hungry anymore.  Just a dull ‘burn’ or ‘ache’ way deep in the pit of your gut.  Hungers gone.  And even the ache . . . seems somewhat subsidal.

Day 4: you’re gettin’ kinda weak and dizzy, but you don’t care; oddly, as this goes on, you’re caring less and less about you . . . and any sort of other stuff.

DON’T try to give the ache some water – NOT too much at one time.  You’ll just end up making yourself sick.  sip it..sip it – very slowly, letting it trickle NOT rush down the throat.

Been there, done that.

The smell of bacon did me in.  God!  I’ll never forget walking past that restaurant, smelling the cooking bacon; seeing the people within (I think it was a Denny’s) – eating their plates and plates of yummy food . . . hell, even now, typing, remembering – I’m drooling about like a damned dog.  And I just ate an hour or so ago.  Just goes to show:

Those kinda things can be the things that stick with you — even over a lifetime.

We’re a nibbler now; a browser of no taste – we eat what we want when we want how we want – but fortunately, we don’t want very much of it – of anything.  A little bit of this; a bite of that – and we’re done.  The stomach shrinks down to fit ‘normal capacity’ – and so we’ve done that (a lot more effectively than any sort of stapling, by chance and natural function, I reckon, looking at it from a biologist’s sort of angle.)  We don’t (or try not to) eat ‘big’ meals anymore.  They can hurt the stomach – quite literally – as anyone who has ever stuffed themselves knows.  Aches and pains for hours.  And that’s tellin’ ya something.

Eating for comfort food – well, we don’t keep much around the house.  Outta sight, outta mind sort of thing.  And having been in the Marine Corps – I can eat anything, and I prefer portable and lazy.  Quick open can (if that), eatin’ it outta the can; a piece of fruit, an apple; a bag of them little carrots or something . . .

I’m ‘browsing’, man.

And really quite happy with it.  And secure, too, knowing . . . remembering how it once was . . . this is heaven compared to that one.

Even if it is just Ramen Soup.


About jeffssong

JW is an adult childhood abuse survivor with DID*. He grew up in a violent family devoid of love and affection. He is a military brat and veteran. He no longer struggles with that past. In 1976 JW began writing "The Boy". It took 34 years to complete. It is currently on Kindle ( ), or if you prefer hard copy, on Amazon ( JW resides somewhere in the deep South. He is disabled and living with family. Note: Please feel free to take what you need; all is free to all. With that in mind, keep it that way to others. Thank you. We have 3 Blogs - One for our younger days, 0-10 (The Little Shop of Horrors); one for our Teen Alter and his 'friends' (also alters) with a lot of poetry; and finally "my" own, the Song of Life (current events and things)
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