” ‘ But I ain’t bread and butter hungry,’ said Davy in a disgusted tone. ‘I’m plum cake hungry.’
‘Oh,’ laughed Anne…’that’s a kind of hunger that can be endured very comfortably, Davy-boy.’ ” – Anne of Avonlea by Lucy Maude Montgomery
I don’t really know hunger. I’ve never been hungry for more than 18 hours or so. Actually, that’s not even true, because the first couple hours of that 18 hours I wasn’t hungry, I had just eaten. Like I said, I don’t know hunger. So why do I constantly feel hungry?
But not just any type of hungry. I don’t want rice and beans. I don’t want hummus and veggies. I don’t want split pea soup. I want mac and cheese. I want ice cream. I want pizza. I want foods rich in fat and flavor. Which tells me that I’m not REALLY hungry. I’m just not satisfied. And no amount of food can satisfy a dissatisfaction that is not real hunger.
Whoever loves money never has enough;
whoever loves wealth is never satisfied with their income.
This too is meaningless.
11 As goods increase,
so do those who consume them.
And what benefit are they to the owners
except to feast their eyes on them?
The more I eat to try and satisfy my “hunger” the bigger I get. And the bigger I get, the more I need to satisfy my new “hunger”. I have so many options that food isn’t just food, it’s a wealth, it’s a status, it’s a source of happiness.
But why am I so dissatisfied when it comes to food, what is that I am really hungering and what can possibly satisfy my outrageous demands?