I Wasn't Hungry. I Wanted Something Else.

I’ve stood in front of the refrigerator plenty of times when I wasn’t hungry.

Maybe you have too.

You ate dinner. You had plenty of food. There is absolutely no sensible reason you’re standing in the kitchen at 9:00 at night staring into the refrigerator as though something new might have appeared since the last time you looked.

But there you are.

I’ve done it.

One night I caught myself with my hand on the refrigerator door and realized something.

I wasn’t looking for food.

I was looking for something else.