They can't handle shit because their feelings got hurt, so now they need drugs and food to comfort themselves. It's the only way they know how. Man, the whole idea of comfort eating bugs me. Food isn't meant to be comforting or anxiety causing or anything other than fuel. Get a fucking helmet and learn that nobody gives a fuck about you, nobody ever has, and nobody ever really will... so you can do whatever you want. Sometimes I think Mr. Kellogg was right about bland foods. Not as a way to treat lust but as a way to treat the moral disease of gluttony. If the majority of foods were largely tasteless but well-balanced in terms of nutrients and designed so it was very difficult to not eat too little (rather than very difficult to not eat too much) than we'd be in better shape.