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May 14, 2002
not today
Not today.
Being a girl can really suck. Its a world of fun, for 70% of the time... however, the other 30% is spent living dangerously close to the edge. Blokes call this PMS. Its when a usually happy girl turns into the Ice Queen Mega Bitch, and goes off into the world looking to start WW3. I dont quite understand this, as the logical side of my brain is telling me that when you are in that much pyhsical and mental pain, you should seek the closest available hugging person, and crawl up and ask them to make the world better.
Alas, its simply not the case.
"Could you pass the stapler"
Fuck off and get it your god damn self.
I just cant comprehend it.
Apparently, I'm not quite that bad, but tend to be a little argumentative on points that I'd usually just let drop. I'm told that its usually about silly things, like, whether or not to put garlic in the stir-fry, or what type of coffee is the nicest at 5am. Personally, it feels like the world has just dropped onto my shoulders, and nothing is going the way I planned it. I assume all of the females out there will know what I'm talking about, but, for the benefit of the male audience, I'll try and capture my own personal views on the issue.
Most of the time I have a nice little emotion regulator that keeps everything in check... but, when its Narky Day, that little regulator spits the dummy and heads to Vagas. It feels like the world is just a little too much. Everything is amplified. You're emotions are dangerously close to the surface, and it doesn't take much to make everything just seeth through. Its just so easy to loose your cool, and just flip out. I cry for no apparent reason. I yell at inanimate objects. I get frustrated when little things dont work, and the RSPCA should be alerted to my Mouse Abuse. (computer, not rodent)
The only thing that pacifies Me: The Stress Monster is... hell.. I dont fucking know. How the fuck am I supposed to bloody know. If I wanted to prognosticate about mythical things, I'd look up Grimms fucking Fairy Tales. Dont look at me in that tone of voice! I dont appreciate this bullshit that you're putting me through...~ ARGHHHHHHHH!!!!
(actually, the answer changes. Could be a bath, chocolate, cuddle, sleep, soft pillows, a banana milkshake, a good song, or even a nice walk by myself.)
Oh... and a big headsup. NEVER... and I mean it with all the compassion and pity that I have in my heart... NEVER EVER ask a girl if she's got PMS. Even if she doesn't, it will only serve to get you slapped, and or, labled as an asshole for the rest of the week.
I mean it.
Posted by Jacqui at May 14, 2002 11:32 AM