and there is no food in the house.
You would think that after 25 years of life, inclusive of 3 years of university, it should mean that i am well prepared for this scenario.
You would be wrong.
My hunter-gatherer instincts are suppressed and dampened through generations of cushy living.
I need to ignite that instinctive spark.
To go deep down into my ancestral heritage, and search for the psychological tools that enabled us to once forage successfully.
Tonight, i go out into the wild, to embrace my caveman instincts, and hunt, catch, kill, and cook… a pizza.