This title caused my mind to follow a quick thought that connected this word to a song of NOFX, Kill all the white men, where the chorus sounds something like “whoye, whoye, kill all the white men…”–so my mind followed and i ended up writing something i haven’t planned.

But this post originally started as a normal diary-ish one about my day, as usual in my blog. I really enjoyed the past two days and even today, though it’s not to be compared with the other two. Today morning was the first time since tuesday eve that i ate something, and the truth to be said, i didn’t need it at all. Not as if i was anorexic or something crazy like that (though who knows, maybe i have a few cells working wrong in my head), i just fasted because i wanted to. The reason to begin it was that in the days before i ate so much that i was satiated.

One would think that after two days the hunger’s unbearable, but that’s not like that, in fact, after you got really hungry once (after about a half day), you won’t get any more hungry, it will stay on that level, and you’ll get used to it. I wonder why is it so, that the only time i could sense some change in the intensity of hunger was in the evenings, when it was without reason more intense than it was before and after.

It’s also a misconception that if you don’t eat for a long time your mind will get numb. Not true, definitely, as wednesday evening i wrote a lot better stuff than i usually do (not neccessarily in the blog, mostly elsewhere), and also yesterday evening i did that two-pages political-philosophical writing, the end of which was also better than i thought it would ever turn out to be. Not to mention yesterday’s exam, which hardly tired me at all, even though that both before, between and after the exams i was practicing and learning japanese and german (well, the german short text i wrote actually turned out to be totally incorrect grammatically, even though the phrases and the concept was right, but that’s not due to my fast, it’s rather because my german grammar knowledge is crap anyway).

I’m seriously thinking about doing such things every now and then, because it makes you feel good just generally, well except of that first uncomfortable feel in your stomach, but you get used to that quickly, and makes you feel bad whenever you eat, reminding you of that unwanted dependency on food. It reminds me, at least.