I'll never forget, for years after 

college

graduation I feared 

hunger

so much that I had no mindspace to be worried about anything else.

This is why I could never get on board with what everyone else seemed to be upset about. All I could think about was how I'd get my next meal. 

peanut butter

and 

eggs

became my lifeline. I remember

drewbaca_

and I joking about how many eggs we ate in a given day.

Sometimes people would come to me with their problems. And I'd make a good listener. Which is interesting since I couldn't be bothered about other people's problems when I heard about them through the internet. But right there in front of me. I could see it. The same fear and anxiety that plagued me. When I didn't know how to eat tomorrow.

There is more to this story that will not be revealed in this post. Although I have felt the fear of hunger, I have never been at the mercy of it. At any time I could pull out my parents' 

credit cards

and treat myself to an emergency meal.

The people who've been in famines. Wars. Other unfortunate circumstances. They never had that ability. When I hear "my" people complain about things, I can't ever take their circumstance seriously. I can when they are next to me and I feel their emotion. But not in a logical manner.

That makes me think. Maybe they are not "my" people. I am not them. Maybe I never was.