initially i was going to go with a vehicle of some sort but opted for the fast meaning: to abstain from food or liquid. i am not one for fasting which i had to do last week for 12 hours, counting liquids, 18 hours for solid foods and i almost died. i know it wasn’t a real fast, but i had to abstain from food so it was more like a slow kill. i still had to make breakfast the next morning and was so hungry that i chewed a piece of bacon, but i didn’t swallow. [finger wag.]
some time ago, though not really related, i found an article on hunger strikes and why people believed them to be an effective means for having their way. one article mentioned that many centuries ago – and i’m going to butcher this – being hospitable was a reflection on one’s reputation. when someone threatened not to eat, for whatever reason, the possibility of them dying in the householder’s doorway was an act of dishonor, it was shameful, so they were often given what they wanted. i don’t know how true that is, and i can’t find the article, but i like the explanation. when translated: hey you wanna die, that’s fine, but not on my watch.
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