Yesterday, I got to work hungry.
I felt depressed and angry at the same time – so I was hangry and low-energy.
But here’s the thing – we were busy and as time went by I still hadn’t sneaked off into the office to eat.
I am a friendly guy – and people kept coming into the store. I knew many of them and I hope I was cordial enough – and I am sure I was professional enough to everyone. But this sense of edginess would not go away until I ate, and I knew it.
I imagined that many people don’t ascribe this edginess to a lack of nourishment, but rather it becomes some sort of existential dread…
I can see why.
If we don’t understand what’s going on in our bodies on a physical level, our default is sometimes to blame our minds for our sense of ennui or unease – and then our emotions take over to amplify this situation.
You feel that you are spiraling out of control.
Every task you do in the moment feels herculean and somehow inadequate.
You lack enthusiasm, find it hard to engage with others and have trouble being genuine. Thank God for the masks in this case, right? You might be squinting, but it looks like you are smiling.
This is not like you.
You are a nice guy. Most people agree that you are a nice guy.
There is a good reason you feel like bitch-slapping a complete stranger, and you don’t need therapy to figure it out.
Eat!
