@Rinel ...yes, it's a thing.
Also:
Me: <stares into fridge>
My brain: You want literally none of these things.
Me: What do I want, then?
My brain: You want cherry pie.
Me: I don't have cherry pie.
My brain: Refuse to eat anything until you get cherry pie.
Me: I will literally die.
My brain: FINE then, have a string cheese.
Me: This is not cherry pie. <still staring into fridge as if cherry pie will magically materialize>
My brain: Well, die, then?
Me: <grabs random pudding/yogurt/flan/something that is neither cherry pie nor string cheese and stomps back upstairs>
My brain: You now have a food.
Me: <gets distracted by something on the screen, forgets the food is there until fading into drowsy>
My brain: <observes the sad, lonely, uneaten food> This is what you get for not being cherry pie.
Me: Fuck this, I'm going to bed.