Hangry

 

Hangry

When Hunger Hijacks Humanity

Let’s admit it: being hangry is real.

One minute you’re a polite, functioning adult with dreams and manners. The next, someone asks you how your day is going and you snap like a dry breadstick. Why? Because you haven’t eaten since breakfast—and that was six hours and one existential crisis ago.

Hangry (hungry + angry) is not just a mood. It’s a biological uprising, where your stomach takes over your personality and decides it’s time to unleash inner chaos. That sweet little voice that used to say “No worries!” now growls, “Who touched my fries?”

Science vs. Sandwich

Scientists say it’s due to low blood sugar affecting your brain and emotional regulation. But honestly? It’s because someone delayed lunch. It’s always someone delaying lunch.

You’re not dramatic. You’re just in survival mode. Every minor inconvenience—traffic, slow internet, that one guy who breathes too loud—becomes a personal attack when you're hangry.

Signs You’re Hangry:

You bite your tongue… and then everyone else.

You aggressively Google “food near me” like it’s an emergency.

You start eyeing your coworker’s lunch like a predator.

You forget your mother’s birthday but vividly remember that no one offered you a snack in the last 3 hours.

How to Survive (and Not Lose Friends):

1. Always carry snacks. Nuts, granola bars, or even emergency cookies. Trust me, future-you will thank present-you.

2. Warn others. A simple “I’m hangry, proceed with caution” is enough to prevent workplace drama and accidental breakups.

3. Eat before decisions. Never argue, text your ex, or agree to anything on an empty stomach. That's how empires fall.

4. Apologize after. “Sorry I called you a useless breadcrumb during our budget meeting. I was hungry.”

Final Thought:

Being hangry doesn’t make you a monster. It makes you human with needs—mainly edible ones. So before you ruin your reputation or start plotting snack-related crimes, pause, breathe… and grab a sandwich.

Remember: You’re not you when you’re hungry. But you’re also not safe to be around when you’re hangry.

Finishing off with a playful and punchy poem:

(a poetic meltdown in four bites)

I was fine at eight, with toast on my plate,

But now it’s noon—and I can’t think straight.

My stomach grumbles, my patience dies,

I glare at snacks with murder in my eyes.

Someone spoke sweetly—I snapped like a twig,

Just because they ate the last cheese fig.

Why so dramatic? Why so cruel?

Because I'm hangry—and logic’s a fool.

My kindness is trapped in a food-shaped cell,

Even small talk now feels like hell.

“Don’t talk to me till I’ve had a bite,”

Says my soul, with all its might.

So feed me naan, or give me fries,

Before I start to moralize.

A sandwich saves, a snack forgives—

Because food is love, and hangry lives.