Being female is not often advantageous.

I’m going to be honest. I hate everything right now. EV. ‘RY. THING. 

Yup. PMS. It’s taking over my brain and turning me into an angry and sad and empathetic pile of mush. Everything makes me cry – whether I’m mad, sad, happy, or anxious. And tiny little comments make me seethe and steam. 

Don’t even get me started on pre-period reflections upon my own life. Oh, man. That’s a dangerous rabbit hole to fall down. 

I think it’s time to just turn off the brain, binge-watch Vampire Diaries on Netflix, and not talk to anyone for five more days.


PMS continued

While discussing PMS with one of my coworkers-slash-readers tonight, I realized that this month’s PMS started earlier than I thought. The day before Christmas I had some driving around town to do because I’m cat-sitting for a friend. I posted on Facebook, “No one has the Christmas spirit on the roads today.” I had honked three or four times within thirty minutes of leaving my house. I’m not a huge honker. I only honk if someone is trying to hit my car and I have the time to honk AND avoid a collision. Not five minutes away from my house some woman tried merging into my lane, right at the spot that I was driving in said lane. So I honked at her. I think there was another honk less than ten minutes later – but I can’t remember. Then, as I was nearing my friend’s house, I honked AGAIN because the car in front of me was driving too slow!! I honked at an OLD WOMAN BECAUSE SHE WAS DRIVING TOO SLOW!!! What kind of monster AM I?!






The PMSing kind.

PMS and Hanger

Ok, so there’s this problem affecting relationships around the world. It’s called PMS.

PMS is this cruel trick played on women. It makes us think we’re crazy. It makes people around us think we’re crazy.

The reason I’m writing about this topic is because I’m currently experiencing it. Ha! I think it’s a major issue because it’s really hard for people who AREN’T feeling it to really understand it. I have had issues with bosses because of it, with boys, with myself. It’s the most confusing thing ever. But it’s really hard to expect outsiders to understand how we’re feeling if WE don’t even understand what we’re feeling!

My weirdest example of PMS is this: one day I was driving to work at the zoo. It was a normal day, a normal drive. I was really close to work and, as I was stopped at a light, I saw a car stalled in the opposite lane. I watched as a Good Samaritan pulled over, got out of his car, and helped push the stalled car into an adjacent parking lot, out of traffic. As I drove by this scene, when the light was green (rhymes!), tears were just falling down my face. I felt that the person who got out to help was SO GOOD! And I couldn’t figure out why my face was gushing water…until I figured I must be PMSing.

Just now, I was driving on a highway and all of a sudden traffic was at a standstill. It’s raining so I figured an accident must have just occurred. It was potentially going to make me late for work, so I started getting a little frustrated. But I started praying for anyone potentially involved, because it helps me keep perspective (and does some good, I hope) while traffic builds up. Eventually the emergency services got there and got traffic moving slowly. As I passed the accident, I saw a large pickup flipped on its side. The emergency crew was just bringing some stretchers over as I drove by, so I knew whoever was driving/riding in that truck was still in there. Again, tears just started pouring out of my face.

I have cried over some very ridiculous things. I have cried because I was hungry. At work. I have cried at tiny moments in movies. PMS is so hard! And boys NEVER actually have it, so they can’t wrap their minds around it. It’s even hard for many women to understand because either they don’t go through the same issues while PMSing, or they can’t remember how it feels if they’re not currently feeling it.

This brings me to a related topic: Hanger. I experience an extreme level of “hanger.” When I’m very hungry, I lose all control of my emotions. I will rip your face off. I will storm out with the slightest provocation. Just feed me. Feed me and I can’t even remember I was upset.

Now put hanger and PMS together….and everything is lost. Don’t even try. I might as well be put in a padded cell. Haha. (But not really….please don’t lock me up.)