It’s seem to be an universal law to me: when I get hungry; I get angry.
Last week I standed in a Chinese grocery queue for an hour, between 12–1 pm of the day. I almost lost my temper and started wondering why these students were this patient without trying to yell at the owner f word. Then I saw the pregnant wife in front of me with smiley face holding her fluffy Chinese cakes. Her husband obviously hated this long line, was very much annoyed by any words from the lovely wife. But they stayed there until the we finally reached the counter. The husband even carried a bag of rice at least weights a kilo back home, then asked the owner, “when will you leave today?"
I couldn’t do that. Everytime hunger hits me, which leads to a absent mind, and it followed a disaster and a bad day. Things happened like I would fall on a flat sidewalk, without levels, pebbles or anything you could think of that will cause a crash. But I fell on the cement pretty hard once like that. The nurse advised me after she couldn’t ask any causes of the terrible looking accident: girl, you should stop pushing yourself like that.
I was just being really hungry.
My ex hated the time I lost temper, so I tried to be nice, or nicer after he lost his temper a hundred times. A couple of years ago I suddenly realized it was that easy to solve. It’s simply a physical thing. Just get enough foods at every possible time. It’s one of those merits of growing old, then we could know ourselves better. We understand our limitation, and would never stretch ourselves for anything or anyone out there. Seen Zhang Ziyi in 2046? It’s a perfect character depiction of a young, stubborn, ambitious and smart girl couldn’t give up on him or herself. Of course her persistence will not bring her anywhere; patience is not a virtue for a man never has an intention to wait for you in his life.
Don’t push yourself too hard; know thyself. This is an oracle, isn’t it?