I had a theory earlier that you eat more when you’re hungry for a long time. This one is sort of a parallel. Introverts elsewhere will know that we have a social tolerance level for every human interaction. It is defined as the amount of time you can spend talking to other people before you need to be alone and ‘recharge’. This tolerance level varies according to the humans you’re interacting with (it’s almost always longer with animals).
This need for recharge doesn’t necessarily come from being antisocial or boredom. You can be having an absolutely fabulous time with your friends and still have enough of it after a couple of hours.
This here is my Totally non-scientific Theory for this Tuesday: Your social tolerance level increases if you’ve been alone for a long time. Your batteries are just fully charged.
I’ve tried dieting many times in my life. While different diets have various levels of efficacy and difficulty, most diets do include some aspect of eating lesser (or at least not stuffing yourself every time you feel like it).
Which means, when I’m on a diet, I need to make very sure that I eat something every time I get a little hungry, because god help my calorie intake if I delay.
So this is my Totally non-scientific Theory for this Tuesday: The amount that you’re physically capable of eating is directly proportional to how long you’ve stayed hungry. Mostly in the form of pizza.
The righter you are about something, the harder it is to say “I told you so.”
Take, for example, my best friend. I love her to bits, and I know she’d do anything for me, except actually take my advice. She was dating a d*****bag (who I warned her about the day they started dating). After two years with him, she rebounded by beginning a long distance relationship with an ex (oh no). She rebounded on him by having a very brief fling with her other friend’s on-and-off boyfriend, (while it was off, obviously, but still no no nO DON’T DO THAT SWEETIE DON’T DO THAT!) I must have said “Please don’t do that you’re going to regret it very quickly” in all the variations of the English, Marathi and Hindi languages.
Every time I turn out to be right, I never want to gloat. Because my caring, generous, brilliant friend has had her heart broken. She’s so accomplished professionally that she just got a PhD scholarship to study in one of the world’s top research facilities, at the age of 22. She’s so put together that she’s living alone in a strange country to do her MRes, and thriving. Personally, however, she really needs to listen to me more.
Because this is my Totally non-scientific Theory for this Tuesday: The righter you are, the harder it is to say I told you so.
This epiphany is brought to you by the latest worshipper of Pokémon Go.
As a social introvert who dislikes going outside and genuinely hates physical activity, I was initially very skeptical about Pokémon Go. However, I am here to tell you, this thing works.
My mother and my friends have long tried to persuade me to talk to more people; to get out more. ” I’m sure you’ll have fun.” “You will get better at talking to people, I promise.” “This will all be worth it when you step on the scales in 6 months, I swear.”
I’m sure they’re right, but that never really worked for me. What did work was getting Pokémon, hatching eggs, and bonding with the other cheapsters who came to the Pokéstop just because it had a lure module. I did get better at talking to people, but leveling up and winning battles definitely helped me put in the effort. My mother could not believe her ears when I told her I was going to the nearest temple (it was a Pokéstop). My Google Fit has no clue what’s happened to me in the last few days. I’ve made new friends out of old acquaintances, and spent a whole lotta time with my existing ones.
So this is my Totally non-scientific Theory for this Tuesday: Instant gratification works. Take it from someone who’s much happier and healthier for it.
I have noticed this for quite some time now. And by quite some time I mean a few years, at least. When I’m brushing my teeth, they invariably look more yellow than normal. Some days they can even look ochre, which is really scary, I can tell you.
Maybe it’s the contrast between the white foam and my white-but-not-that-white teeth. Maybe brushing just focuses my mind on my dental problems. Whatever it is, I had to teach myself not to doubt the toothpaste, the toothbrush, the mirror, and my dentist before I could brush in peace.
I don’t think anybody else I know has this problem. But then, dental hallucinations are not really the hot topic of the day, so maybe they do.
P.S. I tried to find a stock photo on Google Images for people brushing their teeth, and most of them are really pretty women with white, perfect teeth and gorgeous smiles. So clearly, I am alone on this.
There are lectures where I want to desperately get up and shake the professor a bithard to get him to be less soporific, or, in extreme cases, tell the person sitting next to me to shoot me NOW. Today was the worst one I have ever experienced.
A new professor starts teaching us physical chemistry from today, so I was pretty excited. Plus, his lecture was scheduled to be our first, early in the morning.
He came, we saw, we dropped asleep. Or I tried to. But I was sitting right in front of him. There was NO way I could actually sleep. I envied every other person their freedom to doze off, and I swear, I must have checked my watch at least 500 times in those two hours.
At first, I rejoiced over every 6 degrees that my minute hand moved (for non-nerdy people, the minute hand moves 6 degrees in a minute), but after a while, I started checking whether my watch was working properly. How could the lecture go on so completely, monotonously, really, really LONG?! I checked around to see if anybody else felt the way I did, but of course, no one responded, because they were all sleeping.
As the title says, I think that we have a nice little (or, in most cases, certainly mine, large) supplementary stomach that conveniently holds whatever deliciousness we spot on the dessert counter after we’ve had a nice, hearty meal.
Foods that are high in fat and calories should ideally, ideally, make you full, but I can polish off those pastries like there’s no tomorrow. And I know lots of people who experience the same thing, so I’m not alone.
Which makes me think that all those people who successfully diet are immortal gods and goddesses people with an extraordinary sense of control.