Hormones. I hate them.
Periods are a necessary evil in every woman’s life. What can we do? It’s there. Monthly. Looming dangerously and tauntingly on every lunar cycle.
My time used to be the full moon. Now, for some reason, I’m magically on the waxing half-moon. Which means I got caught by surprise at work. On a Monday. So, yeah, that happened. Nothing horrible, thank goodness. Just “Well, this is five days early. That’s lovely. And fuck you too.”
I never had a cunty-phase, though. I always have a “cuntday” a couple days before my period, sometimes the day before. I generally always have one great “ranting” bog post a month. You do the math.
Sometimes the angry-angry-femme mood breaks like a waving crashing over you on California, right when the period happens. It’s a weird thing. Just, it’s there, then whoosh, it’s suddenly not. Like a Hogwarts class in disapparating.
Men can’t ever understand it, but god knows I hope they do. I’m on a mission that way. It’s doing us both a favour if men ever really start to understand what an utter mindfuck the hormonal yoke of period is. Really.
Let me digress a moment: I hate talking about periods. I won’t EVER tell you about my flow. Women who talk about that shit fucking ANNOY me.
Three things I don’t EVER need to know about with any of you, okay? How you’re pissing, shitting, or flowing. Please. NONE of us needs to know that ABOUT ANYONE. EVER. Ugh. Big pet peeve of mine. B-I-G.
But here’s what I will share.
Today I’m a little grumpy, but mostly I feel emotionally dead. Just… pfft, dead. Nothing’s there. I don’t even have apathy in me. Flat. Except for my mini-emissions rant there, I’ve had nothing to impart on anything, for anyone, today.
Even the weather didn’t want to argue with me. It was grey, flat, and dead like me. I felt like the odd, bleak, desparate landscape in Tim Burton movies like Sleepy Hollow and Sweeney Todd. Occasionally interesting but never emoting.
And I hate this feeling, this place. I do. I want to be outside of it. Tomorrow, I will be. This is entirely hormonal and temporary. And thank god it is. I prefer living my life amped and interested and involved and invested. Not dead, on the peripheries.
I spent a couple months feeling this way a year or two, though. Oh, fun times! See? Hormones, they suck. Except when they’re getting you laid. Then, best-friends-EVAH.
But I know it’ll ebb away tomorrow. That’s what it does. I have a nice day planned. Sun’s on tap, they say. One forecast claims record-breaking warmth. Unlikely. I’m good with “sun” and above zero. As a result, I plan to cycle to work, and I’ve cleared a shorter day to enjoy it.
Because sometimes peace of mind needs to come first. Sometimes the soul needs more attention than your schedule. And you gotta be wise enough to know when those sometimes come round.
Like I do now.
It’s funny. The only thing I have much feeling about right now? The quality of my feeling. I’m angry about feeling what I feel, and I’m optimistic it’s to be short-lived.
It’s strange when your very state of emotion is paradoxical. But welcome to period hormones.
You’re lucky. In our house we have a week of insantiy and a week of pain and suffering…..
I do mean we…
Shredderfeeder’s last blog post..I outed the tooth-fairy……
Amen, sister. I spent most of my life being surprised by the arrival of my period. Being on the pill for regulation alone (even when there’s not always a more fun reason to be on it) is so worth the hassle.
emma’s last blog post..Most Pleasurables: January 2009
I have never gotten why women dislike their periods so much. I cramp and PMS with the best of them … for years the first day of my period was a *mandatory* day off so I could pop pain pills like candy and lay in bed being miserable. But I have always been, without fail, THANKFUL to get my period. It has always struck me as primal and life-affirming (even in the relief each month that there will be no new life) and it gives me a sense of *rightness* about the world.
The only thing I really don’t like about it is some guys are all “Eww! You have the plague!” until it goes away. And a pox on them for it 🙂
The Invisible Spinster’s last blog post..What. The. Fuck. ?!?!
I have started getting periods after almost two years without them, because of chemo.
Starting again, it’s worse, it’s untimely (not predictable) and I have PMS when I never had it before. Not pretty.
I can’t decided if I don’t care, or if I’m angry that I feel nothing or if I’m about to cry because everything sucks so much. Apparently my second puberty brings with it dramatic emphasis.
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omfg. I want them to just take out my innards. I cannot take it anymore!