I wonder how many romantic relationships that otherwise would have been really successful fail because during that crucial time of “we’ve hung out a few times, but I’m not sure I want to continue to do so”, the girl suffers major PMS, goes batshit crazy (in every area of her life) and returns to human form only to find it’s too late for damage control.
(in other news, in the last hour and a half I have: hated myself, almost cried, decided it's inevitable I will get a brain tumor from stress, took deep breaths, actually cried, hated single men, eaten all carbs within a ten mile radius of my face, hated married men, felt extreme rage at a person for moving too slowly into a metro car, realized this too shall pass, eaten more ice cream than you can find at a midwestern state fair, and realized THIS WILL NEVER FUCKING PASS! And not necessarily in that order.)
It'd be funny if I didn't want to punch everything that moved, and then cry over it. BEING A WOMAN IS AWESOME.
**I wonder, part two: when will I regret posting this?**
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Remember that time in Germany? Our last night there when we were all sorts of sad and crying? And we gave each other a hug? And stroked the other's hair? In a comforting sort of way. But then the movements got comically exaggerated? And we ended up with hair all askew? And we couldn't help but laugh?
Yeah... sending you a virtual that.
that's a lot of emotion. I mean, that's really kind of a lot! but just so we're clear, unmarried but not single men are not on the shit list, right? and my guess for regret was 5 minutes after, but that it felt like too much effort to click on "delete"
I WANT TO GIVE YOU A BIG HUG!!!!!!!!
Womanhood = awesome.
I know this post was a while ago, but still, hugs. Lots and lots of hugs.
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