Hangry – (adjective) - Definition: Anger that is displayed because someone is hungry.
Example: “Don’t talk to your brother before dinner because he’s hangry.”
OK – that’s not a real word. Someone made it up for some online “make a new word” competition. When we heard it a few years ago, we quickly incorporated it into our vocabulary (And by “we” I mean “Billy.”) We use it several times a week.
Maybe you can spot Hangry in yourself at these moments:
- During an 11:00 a.m. meeting where you think every idea at the meeting is garbage
- During the late afternoon when you’re returning emails and all of them are irritaing
- On your commute home when you forgot your afternoon snack and every car gets in your way…and every driver is an clueless idiot
- At a restaurant where the server is slow to bring bread or the cashier walks away from the register right before it is your turn to order
The list could go on. As it turns out, there’s a hangry gene that runs in our the family (And by “our” I mean “mine.”) I know this because my mother scolded me regularly for asking my dad important questions while he was walking to the dinner table. Whatever I asked in that on-the-way-to-the-dinner-table stroll always was greeted with, at best, a bark and a “NO!” My response was to sulk or to argue or to fight back. It pretty much killed my attitude during dinner. I remember receiving a particularly strident rebuff and my mom just sighed that “I give up” sigh and said – “Joy – will you NEVER learn to ask your dad questions AFTER he’s eaten?” (Apparently, I can be slow on the uptake!)
Billy and I recognize this condition in our children, particularly our daughter. There is a direct correlation between her ability to keep her attitude in check and the amount of food in her stomach. She never seems to eat a lot of food, but boy does she need it regularly! A dip in the ol’ blood sugar level is just begging for hangry behavior. She is flat out mad with anyone or anything that comes across her path. Once she gets a bite to eat or a snack, she’s back to her cheery self again. That is why we call that little snack a “happy-tizer.”
Fortunately, everyone seems to recognize hangry symptoms and makes food a priority for finding peace. I found this note written by my daughter to her little brother. Little brother seems to have brought a post-argument peace offering (aka, a snack). It pretty much says it all.
I’d love to say more, but I just realized that I haven’t had breakfast and I’m getting wildly frustrated with my computer. Hmm.