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I've often wondered if food has become a substitute for love and comfort. As people become more remote from one another and real time social networks grow increasingly more difficult to form and people rarely have time to listen to one another and show real compassion, maybe stuffing a donut in your mouth lessens the pain of existence.
When I was a kid, if you were well fed it meant you were loved. If you had a problem mom gave you a cookie-- she didn't tell you to go for a walk and make it better. The things we learn as children stay with us as adults (for the good or the bad) and if comfort is what we need and no one is there to say "its going to be alright", a cookie will do.
I gave up cookies for cigarettes. The psychological need remains.
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Thats the last time I trust the strangest people I ever met....H. Simpson
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