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physiological needs. I understand you feed off of…happy thoughts. You do have to realize how ridiculous that sounds when I say it out loud?” He nods and smirks. “I know your demonic biology requires that energy. I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about your overall emotional state.”
“I understand what you’re saying, but I have a hard time understanding what that means. How am I supposed to separate the fact that I feed off of emotions from my emotions?”
I cuddle next to him and sigh. “OK, let me put it this way. What’s a comfort food?”
“Food that makes you feel good?”
“Yes, comfort foods are foods that people eat when they are depressed or stressed or need a little pick-me-up after a hard day. They trigger an emotional response in the eater, usually because the eater associates the food with a happy moment or a good feeling. Even if that good feeling is just the taste of the food itself. We don’t eat them because we have a biological need. We eat them because they trigger emotional responses.”
“Oh! That explains it!” He sits up in bed. “Mom made a homemade cheesecake the other day. I ate three pieces and I wasn’t even hungry.”
“Your mother made homemade cheesecake, and you didn’t bring me any?” I fake a pout.
“I’ll…bring you some next time?”
I sit up and lean against him. “You better. But yes, you get the idea. For whatever reason, the cheesecake triggered an emotional response. Maybe something from childhood that you tapped into. While you were eating it, you felt good. But how did you feel afterwards?”
“Bloated. I went to the gym.”
“Exactly! That is the problem with comfort foods. They become a replacement for being happy or relaxed. It gets to a point where a person needs the food to be happy. People eat when they aren’t hungry because they are scared or bored or anxious. And what happens when humans overeat?”
“They get out of shape. Oh! Okay! I get what you’re saying now.”
“You have to learn how to be happy in a way that doesn’t require your comfort food, which is other people’s happiness.”
Lee takes a deep breath. “His thing was the drugs. That is how he dealt with his stress and depression. He needed the drugs just to get through the day. At first they made him feel good, but over time…they stopped making him happy. He took them just to get through the day. And when he didn’t have them…I don’t want to be like that, Nancy.”
“Now you understand what I’ve been saying.”
“Yeah. I get it. But does this mean we aren’t having sex this morning?”
“Oh, I didn’t say that.”
* * *
“ Oh, look who decided to show up for work,” Houston thinks at me as I walk into the shop. At least he has the courtesy to not say it out loud in front of the customers.
“Where’s Eric?”
“In the office reviewing the Halloween security protocols.”
“Did you finish looking them over?”
“Yes, boss.” And he adds telepathically. “ And I also checked the protocols for Anastasia to make sure they were mundane-friendly .”
“Good man.”
“So about last night—”
“Take care of the customers while I go over the reports,” I say as I ignore him.
“Talk about an afterglow. I’m going blind here.”
I put up my Iron Wall to block his out.
“That good, huh?” He shouts from the showroom.
Eric looks up at me as I enter the office and then looks at the clock. “Good morning…I mean, good afternoon.”
“Don’t you start,” I say as I boot up my computer.
“Need me to go in the break room?”
“No, you’re okay. Anastasia will be in soon and I’d rather not risk her seeing those protocols.”
Eric starts reading again, but stops and closes the booklet. “Can I ask you some questions about yesterday?” I feel my eyebrow involuntarily rise up. “No, not about last night. Not my business who the boss fancies to do a bit of rumpy pumpy with. I leave sort of thing to
“I understand what you’re saying, but I have a hard time understanding what that means. How am I supposed to separate the fact that I feed off of emotions from my emotions?”
I cuddle next to him and sigh. “OK, let me put it this way. What’s a comfort food?”
“Food that makes you feel good?”
“Yes, comfort foods are foods that people eat when they are depressed or stressed or need a little pick-me-up after a hard day. They trigger an emotional response in the eater, usually because the eater associates the food with a happy moment or a good feeling. Even if that good feeling is just the taste of the food itself. We don’t eat them because we have a biological need. We eat them because they trigger emotional responses.”
“Oh! That explains it!” He sits up in bed. “Mom made a homemade cheesecake the other day. I ate three pieces and I wasn’t even hungry.”
“Your mother made homemade cheesecake, and you didn’t bring me any?” I fake a pout.
“I’ll…bring you some next time?”
I sit up and lean against him. “You better. But yes, you get the idea. For whatever reason, the cheesecake triggered an emotional response. Maybe something from childhood that you tapped into. While you were eating it, you felt good. But how did you feel afterwards?”
“Bloated. I went to the gym.”
“Exactly! That is the problem with comfort foods. They become a replacement for being happy or relaxed. It gets to a point where a person needs the food to be happy. People eat when they aren’t hungry because they are scared or bored or anxious. And what happens when humans overeat?”
“They get out of shape. Oh! Okay! I get what you’re saying now.”
“You have to learn how to be happy in a way that doesn’t require your comfort food, which is other people’s happiness.”
Lee takes a deep breath. “His thing was the drugs. That is how he dealt with his stress and depression. He needed the drugs just to get through the day. At first they made him feel good, but over time…they stopped making him happy. He took them just to get through the day. And when he didn’t have them…I don’t want to be like that, Nancy.”
“Now you understand what I’ve been saying.”
“Yeah. I get it. But does this mean we aren’t having sex this morning?”
“Oh, I didn’t say that.”
* * *
“ Oh, look who decided to show up for work,” Houston thinks at me as I walk into the shop. At least he has the courtesy to not say it out loud in front of the customers.
“Where’s Eric?”
“In the office reviewing the Halloween security protocols.”
“Did you finish looking them over?”
“Yes, boss.” And he adds telepathically. “ And I also checked the protocols for Anastasia to make sure they were mundane-friendly .”
“Good man.”
“So about last night—”
“Take care of the customers while I go over the reports,” I say as I ignore him.
“Talk about an afterglow. I’m going blind here.”
I put up my Iron Wall to block his out.
“That good, huh?” He shouts from the showroom.
Eric looks up at me as I enter the office and then looks at the clock. “Good morning…I mean, good afternoon.”
“Don’t you start,” I say as I boot up my computer.
“Need me to go in the break room?”
“No, you’re okay. Anastasia will be in soon and I’d rather not risk her seeing those protocols.”
Eric starts reading again, but stops and closes the booklet. “Can I ask you some questions about yesterday?” I feel my eyebrow involuntarily rise up. “No, not about last night. Not my business who the boss fancies to do a bit of rumpy pumpy with. I leave sort of thing to
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