Snarling? Me?

Yes…

Blew it today. Yep.

Not intentionally, but my body’s chemistry set took over.

Excuse me?

My body’s biology! Oh, you want more information, right?

Starting from point A. One of my favorite purchased Amazon videos, a real spirit picker-upper, made a totally unexpected metamorphosis. The joyous, funny, and heartwarming “Hairspray” (2007) morphed into the violent thriller, “Fracture.” Morphed? The full description for “Hairspray” remained, but click on the movie and it becomes “Fracture,” when playing. Eek!

Emailed Amazon. Received a friendly reply telling me to click on the link and connect to their digital services. The link did not work.

I called the main customer service number. Oh yes, I could get into all the sordid details, thereby feeding my recovering victim addiction (no, no, no!) but I’ll spare you, and most of all, myself. The capsulized version of those 50 minutes is that the customer rep really didn’t know how to handle this issue, revisiting the same questions over and over (and over), questions for which I could not supply the answers.

OK, I became really snarly. Not an accustomed state for me, either by nature or principle. You know that feeling when you hear things popping out of your mouth and you’re saying to yourself, “Stop!  Stop!”  but you can’t?  ‘Twas me.

Ouch. My survival instincts told me to end the conversation. I hadn’t realized until I hung up, just how hungry I was. Ravenous. As Winnie the Pooh would say, “Time for a smackerel.”  Out of respect for Pooh (and, yes, myself) I ingested quite a few smackerels.

Oh, so much better! I could feel the chair on which I was sitting and also my feet meeting the floor. I relaxed. Yawned. AND, realized, I’d been “HANGRY.” BAD tempered as a result of hunger. Sigh. I do know better. Aware that low blood sugar puts me over the edge emotionally. I’m usually quite conscious of this since my intention is to nurture human connections. But not today. 😳

I accidentally failed my body‘s biology. As a result, I wasn’t the person I wanted to be in a very frustrating conversation. With benefit of a smackerel-filled stomach, I hope I could have been much more direct, minus the snarling. I often look at my behavior in the context of a future obituary. Snarling would not be on it.