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Hangry - When You're Seconds Away From Violence


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At that point I was hungry.  Not punch someone in the face hungry, but hungry. And MK was grumpy. 

My Hangry tale involves not having eaten all day, several hours of intense exercise, no food in the house whatsoever, and a large Italian Store pizza at 9:30 PM.

Having picked it up earlier, and allowing it to get cool, I reheated it in the oven so I could scarf it down with zest and gusto. Ten minutes after heating it to the perfect temperature, I thought I'd never been so hungry in my life. Prepared to eat the entire pizza in one sitting, and having a bottle of wine open, I opened the oven door, burned my hands on the hot tray, and the pizza flipped out, and onto the floor - face down.

The neighbors down the street most likely called the police, but they had no idea which house the noise was coming from.

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I definitely get hangry, to the point I may have been given a dish towel about being hangry.  My Mom can normally tell when I am starting down that path, it isn't a good path and she knows how to handle it, for example when we were in Paris and we had been touring all day and I started to hit the zone my Mom would politely tell me she was kind of tired and thought we needed to stop for a beverage and snack and look there was a cute patisserie, could we try that out and have just a quick break.  Now I know my Mom really didn't need to stop as much as she recognized I needed to stop and was being polite and probably didn't mind sitting down for a few minutes.  My Mom is an amazing person.

Contrast this to a day, after being sick all night and morning (this was before I knew I was lactose intolerant and had other issues that hadn't been diagnosed) in Barcelona and had eaten an amazing tasting menu, but one filled with cream and cheese.  Hubby decided we would take the cable car to the Olympic Park.  There was supposed to be this great little place where they grill out right near where the cable car lets off, we confirmed it was still operating as we had seen it on a travel show, it appeared to be still open.  We were waiting in line for the cable car, it shut down due to winds (fine by this afraid of heights girl who was trying to be brave about the whole thing).  So we took a cab to the park, the cabby didn't know where this place was and we got tired of him, so finally we just had him drop us off and we were going to hike up to where the cable car ended.  I swear it was a death march, all up hill, we had water in our backpack, but I was so hungry, so tired from being sick, dehydrated and so not happy.  We got to the top of this trail after a really long time, and there was.... a cafeteria with mediocre food... I wanted to murder MK, but I was too hungry, so I wolfed down some cafeteria food and we took the inclinator back down. We never did figure out where we went wrong on that trail.

I have stages of hangry.  It first starts by being hungry, it then grows to hungry a snack can't solve, it then grows to being hungry to a point a snack can't solve and mildly grumpy to which then I start not being able to even decide what I want to eat or where I want to eat and I grow more hungry and more grouchy and angry that I can't make up my mind about anything, to a point it reaches a place that you really don't want to be around me until you have fed me a full meal, then I am perfectly pleasant again.  MK previously thought I should not be allowed to travel anywhere without a protein bar, but then he realized even if he handed me a granola bar or something it was just like teasing a bear with a twinkie.  Now when I get hangry he stops at pretty much the first restaurant we can go to that he can stand.  He gets grumpy when he is hungry too, but he would never admit it, and he doesn't go through my extreme stages, he just gets grumpy. Normally I only get hangry when we are traveling and our timing just gets thrown off by something, or sometimes when MK is running really late at work and I either don't feel like cooking or already got to the point of hangry that I can't decide what to cook and am too angry to cook.

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My Hangry tale involves not having eaten all day, several hours of intense exercise, no food in the house whatsoever, and a large Italian Store pizza at 9:30 PM.

Having picked it up earlier, and allowing it to get cool, I reheated it in the oven so I could scarf it down with zest and gusto. Ten minutes after heating it to the perfect temperature, I thought I'd never been so hungry in my life. Prepared to eat the entire pizza in one sitting, and having a bottle of wine open, I opened the oven door, burned my hands on the hot tray, and the pizza flipped out, and onto the floor - face down.

The neighbors down the street most likely called the police, but they had no idea which house the noise was coming from.

That sounds more like a Sneaky Hate Spiral thing.

I would know, as I am quite familiar with Hanger. In fact, I am quite confident that another member of this board invented the term to apply to me many many years ago and it just caught on.

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That sounds more like a Sneaky Hate Spiral thing.

I would know, as I am quite familiar with Hanger. In fact, I am quite confident that another member of this board invented the term to apply to me many many years ago and it just caught on.

The first time I ever heard the term was when member eating out used it here many years ago.

"Sneaky Hate Spiral" is hilarious, but how does it account for the "Hot And Sour Soup Incident?" 

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