Maslow and Me

I am officially back to the first step of Maslow's hierarchy of needs: the physiological ones.

The Air i breathe is cold, just like my heart apparently is ( :P ) and there is nothing i can do about it. Milan is covered in fog and small drops of rain, it has been one of those days when all you want is to sit home under the 2 blankets, with a nice cup of tea ( because coffee would keep you from drinfting into the so pleasant mid-day sleep) and hugging a friend/ boyfriend / plush bear. Well, i was not able to do any of these today, at least not yet, but the day is not over yet, so Hugo, wait for me ( the plush bear, of course).
As if the weather outside that is so unsuitable for the date in the calendar weren't enough, the italian-ess of the dorm has made it so that there is no heating these days, and instead, the room is filled with cold air that turns on automatically after it has been "gently" turned off. So as i was advised, i might aswell take my winter coat back out and put my spring pijama back in the closet, fact that makes me wonder whether i had really been that bad the previous year that right now i am being punished with such cruelty.

The Water i drink is also cold, because i keep it at room temperature, which is.... yep, cold. So i opt for hot beverages like coffee, which makes me hiperactive and thus make me move a lot and lose energy and thus.... become even colder than before. Or i drink tea, fact that makes the italian population of my dorm that also happens to be in my friends list wonder what is so good about the no-defined color and no smell liquid. Either way, i can keep my stomach full and thus avoid any discomfort caused by the unsatisfied need described below.

Food? Well, there is hardly anything in this room that can be called that, but given the fact that i am punishing myself for i-don't-remember-at-the-moment what, i deserve it. Plus, they do say that misfortune never comes alone, so bring it on. I might aswell starve, i am miserable and cold anyway. It is said that friends are food for the soul and books are chicken soup for the mind, so i guess that i am fine on that level.

Shelter? It depends on what it is supposed to shelter me from. Rain? Yes, i could say i am ok. Cold? OOOOh, do not get me started on that again. Plus to that, we have all these stupid rules, like no flowers, no additional electric heaters (!), no one can stay over night... Plus to that we have to put up with the fonic pollution caused by the thin walls, we have to suffer from the inconsistensies between technological progress and human regress - as it is said, artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity. And, as if the bathroom, elevator, door, alarm, heating system malfunctions were not enough, there will be no electricity on friday morning, which means no light, no getting into your room after exit, no elevator and, of course, no bathroom.

The sleep that i get is not even near as much as i would like to. Today i woke up guiltily at 8:30, which given the fact that i am awake late into the night, means a lot less than 8 hrs of sleep per 24hrs of intense activity. So when people say that sleep means beauty, i no longer have expectations when i look into the mirror.

I will not comment on the last element of the bottom group in Maslow's diagram. I will only say that spring may have not come outside the frozen dorm, but my hormones sure feel like it did.

It is said that man cannot reach another level of needs till the bottom ones are satisfied. So i wait. And i hope. And of course, i drink tea and put on another jacket.