When I was 8 my mother brought me and my siblings to her boyfriend's on Christmas Eve and they went out for drinks and left us with a 13 year old baby sitter. They dropped us in the driveway without bothering to let us in and his house was locked. It was snowing and we were scared. They didn't come back until after midnight. She was drunk and blamed him and piled us into the car and took off and crashed into a snowbank. I had to go up to a stranger's house early on Christmas morning and wake them up for help, which is probably why I am so awkward in social situations now.
A fun thing is that I don't even have a uterus anymore but since I kept my ovaries, I still know when my period would've been because I still get emotional and hungry about it. Stupid body.
For most of my life whenever I felt shitty for a few days but hadn’t cried yet, I’d put on a sad movie and just bawl during the whole thing. Felt much better after a good cry and a good sleep.
There are definitely people who can't handle it. It makes sense in a way; pretty much everybody will lose it once they start starving, so there's definitely a line. Some people just have that line much closer. It seems like a physical tolerance, not really a psychological or character trait.
My spouse is like that and can't go more than 6 hours or so without food. I'm the opposite and can easily go more than a day without before getting cranky, but I assume that's from a lot of practice as a kid.
If only I could get my spouse to understand this better. Eating times seem to be her go to when time is tight and we need to shift things around. That really doesn't work for me.
With the way it can effect me I've been concerned I might be diabetic, but my blood work consistently shows that I'm not and not close to at risk of developing it.
It doesn't help that I've had numerous experiences over time with people saying they'd be fine to skip a meal or eat later who definitively weren't. As a response I tend to worry about that more than I probably should.
Thankfully it only comes up regularly during road trips, and we've agreed that it only takes one of us to want to stop for us to stop (and go get food, bathroom, etc).
I worked in the food service industry for 5 years, yes they absolutely do.
We had to call the police on people multiple times in those years for things as simple as "1 too many pickles on burger" because the dude got 4 pickles when he asked for 3.
Every single day, multiple times a day, people came in and lost their shit because they were hungry.
My wife started crying the other day because she thought 40 bucks fell out of her pocket. I normally don't lie but I was hoping to salvage her spirits, so when we got home I went in the other room and came back with 40 bucks. Then she started crying because she doesn't fold her money like that and saw through my feeble attempt. So I looked in her other pants' pockets, found the 40 bucks, and she started crying because I found it.
Plot twist: the actual 40 she lost, yeah, it was folded exactly the same fucking way because I folded it and gave it to her prior to her losing it. I don't mind her crying but I also don't understand any of it
So, I did a bit of digging into this to find a reasonable explanation for this one. I've gone through dozens blog posts, research papers, and skimmed through two webinars on the topic. Turns out, this is actually a pretty contentious subject in the sociology field, and there's a lot of competing explanations for this phenomenon. I reached out to an old colleague of mine, Prof. I.M. Bawling, author of Why Am I Crying? Tears, Wails, and Bellyaching Explained, and he was absolutely stumped. After a heated debate that ultimately resulted in the destruction of our lifelong friendship and revoking my invitation to Christmas dinner, the conclusion we've come to is: