HANGRY

I just did a search for ‘hangry’ in the blog. I only used the word once, back in 2018, when I was imagining St Paul being somehow ‘content in all circumstances’ but also, in multiple shipwrecks. By the way, how‘s that done, St Paul?

Hmm. It’s surprising that I haven’t mentioned ‘hangry’ since, particularly as it crops up often round these parts.

I’m starting to think of Hangry a bit like a fluffy baby monster - you really really want to tickle it, but somehow you know it’ll bite your hand off. No, what you need to do is feed it. And don’t feed Hangry with reason or humour - it doesn’t much care for logic, any more than it cares for jokes. I can’t stress it enough. Hangry needs food.

No moralising either! Hangry doesn’t want to hear that it’s a ‘first-world privilege’, or a ‘product of an overstimulated appetite’. Hangry might well be a capitalist chimera of post-industrial complacency,  but trust me, Hangry doesn’t want to know; no, what Hangry needs to hear is that there are snacks. And quick.

I think St Paul was super-focused and controlled. This isn’t meant to be a sermon - you can make your own mind up about what you think his ‘secret of contentment’ was, and what he might have done with it. Perhaps he kept a satchel of treats with him at all times? He never mentions it.

It’s a good idea though. I might suggest it, though obviously while Hangry’s asleep and nicely snoozing after dinner.