“Hunger is the best sauce in the world.”― Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote
When was the last time you were hungry? No, not hangry, that’s your blood sugar trying to turn you into a vampire.
When was the last time you were angry? Properly angry, spitting while you expressed your rage? Road rage doesn’t feel wholesome but any excuse to squeeze a bit of that bile out. I got angry at a woman who was dragging her dog. I didn’t spit, my anger was controlled and directed at her ignorance. You don’t deserve a dog.
Shame? For the time I was running late and dragged my naughty dog to the car. Old shame is generously marinated in guilt and it tastes like shit.
When were you excited? When did you last get that little flutter in your belly (the one that feels a bit like anxiety, yeah, that’s the one.)
Today I felt sad for someone, and I probably felt pity, I’m sorry to say. It might have been empathy with a small dose of the ‘thank goodnesses’ to it. Thank goodness that isn’t happening to me. Thank goodness I am the helper, not the one needing help. Always, I need to be the one helping but I don’t know what that emotion is called…
Fear? When the plane was shaking about in a night landing in the mountains but that was months ago. Was I really afraid on the back of that motorbike? If I was afraid, I’m not sure what it was exactly that I was frightened of.
Rejection? When did you last feel that bitter pill?
Schadenfreude? When the Face Of the company was let go, I felt something like joy. It makes me feel better about myself as a person to know that it’s been four years since I enjoyed the pain of another.
Hate? I used to hate, I had a shit list to rival Arya Stark. I haven’t hated for a while.
Uncertainty? That’s a big one. We all get that one every day, free of charge. Or is it?
Do you feel love?
Do you feel?