I got home last night after being away from my family a few days only to find glow magazine on the coffee table. As I flipped open the glossy pages, I came across an article that breaks down moods into 4 weeks based on the monthly cycle. Tada!!! How easy!!! Now I can definitely keep my anger in check, just because some dumb article says once my weeks are identified, it should be no problem battling P M S. F U C K. U!!! Really?
Like Really?
Do you think it’s that simple?
Hell No...
I have had mine since like forever and I still have no idea what to do with it. It seems that the older I get the worse my emotional unstableness gets. It doesn’t help that I feel like keeling over every gosh darn moment of it or the fact that I spazz out on anything that is male and moves. Arg... my poor new bf.!!! How do you explain to such a sweet man that I need to be confined in an asylum during that brief week or the week leading up to it. I feel like a time bomb that goes off every month. The uncertainty, the sadness, the anger, the guilt and resentment and the pain makes me look like a mad woman. On top of that emotional roller coaster, my heart seems to beat at even a more odd tempo then before and my doctor says that its fine if I am on the verge of passing out every 5 seconds. Or the fact that I want to barff into every ladies handbag I see. You know what I realized that all those people and magazine articles have one thing in common. MEN. THEY ARE ALL MEN!!! My doctor and the article writer. ARG, they give advice and think it’s that simple. Well if it was don’t you think, that in this day and age articles and advice like that would have become redundant?
HHMM?
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