I can’t tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like / …As long as the wrong feels right it’s like I’m in flight
Those lyrics describe me at my worst when I’m in the midst of oppressive PMS. Yes, this post is about PMS and I think that if you have a set of testicles you should still stay around to read it. A couple of weeks ago I wondered openly on my Facebook page,
I’m starting to believe that women while PMSing are as honest and mean as some Drunks. What do you guys think? Do the extra hormones cause some ladies to be looser with the truth? I want to hear your thoughts…working on a theory…
It was a theory then that I was working through, now it is a truth that I see in myself and others. Truth is, that I have several “friends” who aren’t so nice when they are PMSing. They lose their edit button. Their mouths are quicker to spew a mean thought or a highly honest thought that isn’t necessarily kind. They are less supportive of opinions and thoughts that don’t align with their own points of view. It is almost as if they are this whole other person that only comes out right before menstruation and sticks around for a few days into it. With some friends this other persona is the equivalent of a funny, honest drunk while others are this mean drunk. I started stepping back and taking a good look at these women wondering was the friendship worth the bullshit?
I mean if you don’t treat me very kindly when your hormones are through the roof do you really respect me? Should I give my all to women who are only there for me sometimes? If you can’t give me your best when you are at your worst then I don’t want any part of you is what I was thinking…
But I tend to look inside to see if the answer to what I see around me is only a reflection of me. I started to take notice of how I spoke to people when I was PMSing…I did this for three months straight…sure enough I came to a conclusion. When I was at my worst I never once was short with the people I loved the most…my sons, their father, my mother, my friend Marc and my childhood BFF, my girl Vee…never not once did my escalating hormones attack them. What I did notice was that when I was PMSing my trust issues go bananas. I don’t trust anyone while I’m PMSing, those previously mentioned in my inner circle excluded, things that might be benign become spears. Guess, I’m just as fucked up as the mean PMSers…I ain’t no better but it doesn’t mean I have to put up with what I don’t like.
And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin’ wrong / You been puttin’ up wit’ my shit just way too long / I’m so gifted at findin’ what I don’t like the most / So I think it’s time for us to have a toast / Let’s have a toast for the douchebags! / Let’s have a toast for the assholes! / Let’s have a toast for the scumbags / Every one of them that I know
YES! I’m so GIFTED at finding what I don’t like the most! And I know I don’t like mean PMSers at all mainly because the paranoid PMSing me thinks that they REALLY are the mean woman and the rest of the month it’s their representative being kind. WOAH! WOW! The mind of a female! Thinking a bit too much into things? At least this one, does. I can only speak for myself…but yes, I might just think a bit too much into things but I’m a douchebag, an asshole, maybe a scumbag too and most definitely a jerkoff that never takes time off work. So, let’s have a toast to me and all the friendships I’ll let burn because I am unwilling to put up with another females PMS since I have enough with my own. Besides, we only might have one chance at this thing called life…why should ANY of us male or female put up with anyone’s bitchy attitude…PMS isn’t an excuse to be an asshole. If you are going to be an asshole be like me be one all the time so people know exactly what they have to deal with from the jump.
After stepping back away from the situations I was looking at while I was PMSing…I do realize now that it is easier to blame things on the condition if you don’t want to realize that regardless of hormones you don’t treat people you truly love and respect any kind of way no matter what. When you love, respect and value someone you do what it takes to be at your best for them. You shouldn’t ask for anything less than a person’s best or don’t ask anything of them at all. That’s why I’ve pulled my net around those that TRULY love me a little tighter and closer than usual because they are the few brave souls that make me a better person because they give me their best always! The others that aren’t in my net, well, they are free to runaway or show through their actions they are worth catching.
© Anaín Bjorkquist October 20, 2010 ~ All Rights Reserved.