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<center>*Hungration: The feeling of being very hungry and not being able to eat...but not quite being in a state of starvation.*</center>

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It began with a simple text message exchange earlier this week, as below. Mckenna wanted to catch up for breakfast on Saturday morning but what ensued was a near-death experience, some grumbling and I made up a new word.

Last weekend I was flat-out entertaining a couple that were here visiting and it wore me out. I wasn't physically worn out, I just felt like I'd used up all my *social tokens* and had planned a weekend of *no plans* other than a shoot at my range, some Indian food for dinner and a movie or two. Breakfast with Mckenna wasn't on the list until the following text exchange. 

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Mckenna is one of those annoying people who is perpetually late; she literally can't get to places on time for some reason and it drives me bonkers hence the little reminder not to be late. Of course, the smart-ass response was expected but I felt confident she'd be on time after my not-so-subtle reminder. I was wrong. [Sigh. When will I ever learn to lower my expectations?]

I was on time; ten minutes early actually. I'm always on time. 

I had a mother who was always late and it used to really annoy me so I suppose being on time became a serious matter for me and is now ingrained; it's a part of who I am. I see it as dependable, responsible and respectful of those I'm meeting - It shows I value their time. Mckenna? Well, let's just say she holds different beliefs and concepts of time.
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12:00: No Mckenna, and I wasn't best pleased.
12:05: Sent message by text receiving, *"almost there,"* in reply.
12:05: Didn't believe her lying ass, but lived in hope.
12:10: Ordered coffee - hunger began to gnaw at me.
12:15: Wondered if I would survive another minute without food.
12:16: Considered if anyone would miss me when I died.
12:18: Expectation of my untimely demise really set in.
12:21: Cursed the day I'd met Mckenna and vowed to end our friendship.
12:22: Another message sent and I received, *"just parking."*
12:23: She must think I'm a gullible idiot.
12:24: Hope blossomed but I wasn't sure I'd make it. 
12:25: *I'm going to perish,* I thought, as my life flashed before my eyes.
12:27: Decided not to die so I could strangle Mckenna to death.
12:29: I'm ordering lunch right this second.
12:30: Damn it I better not, she'll kill me!
12:31: Mckenna strolls around the corner. 
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So, that was the near-death aspect of the episode and within that thirty one minutes was when the bulk of the grumbling occurred...But what about the new word? 

*"Hey G, so good to see you!"* She smiled broadly and held her arms out for the customary greeting-hug. 

I somehow restrained myself from clamping my hands around her neck and throttling her to death through sheer force of will and, instead, smiled and said, *"yeah, you too. it's been a while."* 

I tendered the expected hug and we both sat. I'd strategically placed the menu on the table so there would be no further delays and said, *"Fucking hell, you know I was dying of hungration right?"*

Mckenna, used to my habit of making up dumb words said, *"yeah, I figured. The traffic was bad."* She smiled, picked up the menu and began to peruse the lists of food. Thoughts of throttling her came back for a moment but my hunger won over and she survived to be late another day. 

I kind of like my new word; *Hungration.* It's a combination of the words *hungry and starvation* and seemed a good way to describe the feeling I had whilst waiting for the ever-late Mckenna. I'll be honest and say that at no time did I feel my life would expire from lack of food; I just made that part up. It was a close thing though. I mean, *it could have happened right?* Fortunately I managed not to die, I guess probably because I'd only had breakfast a four hours earlier, and a good thing it is too. Had I died the word *hungration* wouldn't exist. Now it does. You're welcome. 

We ordered food and coffee and spent a couple hours catching up and chatting about various things and as time passed so did my *hungration* thanks to some legit food. I had a good time with Mckenna despite her earlier tardiness, which I have come to expect I guess, and a few hours later we parted company and headed in different directions: Her to visit her mum and me to clean guns. Overall it was a nice lunch and a relaxing way to spend a few hours on Saturday. 

I hope y'all are having a great weekend.

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Design and create your ideal life, don't live it by default - *Tomorrow isn't promised so be humble and kind*

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