Food and my moods

You know the feeling when you're about to leave for school and you ask your dad/mom/grandparents wtv what is it for lunch later and the hit you with the most decadent, sophisticated, succulent, filling, rich dish as an answer (fried chicken with ranch) so you leave and the only thing that comes to your mind during the day is the marvelous lunch you're going to have later?

Okay,

Now you know the feeling when you're in last period, prolly going psychotic after spending six hours with the same smelly specimens and your mind drifts to later that day when you get home... So you start to wander "oh, what will be for lunch today?" and you can't help yourself but get all hyped up thinking that maybe delivery is waiting for you just to acc arrive home and see a warm, hearty plate of fucking lentils waiting for you?

Okay so a mix of both happens to me a lot, I remember a time specifically: I asked what it was for lunch that day and my parents said that we were having fried chicken and croquetas so naturally my day resolved around the fact that I was going to have an amazing lunch... Just to sit on the table and see a fucking boiled potato, carrots, eggs and beans. Are you fucking kidding me?

That ruined my mood ngl I was moody rest of the day. So I came to the conclusion that I hate when ppl lie to me about what is it for lunch or dinner bc honestly I do care a lot about that, like yes my mood for the day is going to be determined about what I have to eat later, okay? I'm not overreacting, I consider this a valid crashout. 

My friend told me this is just white privileged ppl problems. Well yeah, maybe. So what?

𑁍꙰᭄  billie out