Every time I throw a fit, which is pretty much every other day of the week, I blame it on PMS and hunger. But, I cannot be PMSing all days of the month, can I? (Note to self: Google if 31-day PMS is a physiological probability.) And while I agree that my levels of ghrelin are higher than that of leptin, I cannot be hungry when I had a satisfying sub and an oatmeal cookie an hour ago.
What brought this thought today - and consequently, this blog post, was a Gmail chat with my friend. We figured that what we had been feeling while the purported PMS cramps and hunger pangs were actual feelings but we usually do not admit to that. Why? What is it that is making me embarrassed to say, "I had a shitty day and I want to throw myself on the bed and cry a hurricane while wailing like a banshee", or, "I am scared and nervous about uprooting myself out of my comfort zone, and I am scared. OMG. OMG.", or, "I'm hurt that he led me on and now pretends like we were "just friends""?
In every other major crisis (excluding Helen of Troy), men are usually to blame. Here, however, we womenfolk cannot claim stake to a whitewashed conscience. Men have made an art out of gaslighting, and we let ourselves burnt in the fire - slowly roasting over generations. Now, we are too ashamed to show the scars or tell that it hurts like abitch kicked dick. We let the men blame us and make fun of our emotions, and end up blaming ourselves and hormones. Emotions are supposed to be human feelings, and it's stupid to tag them as feminine. Life is sometimes a struggle, and often like a battle. And feeling something is a survival instinct or perhaps, the whole point of life. It may leave a scar or two, but I have earned them and I have learned from them.
So, the next time I am pissed off and you men think I am PMSing, I am actually thinking of hundred different ways to make you cry like a newborn baby. Period.
What brought this thought today - and consequently, this blog post, was a Gmail chat with my friend. We figured that what we had been feeling while the purported PMS cramps and hunger pangs were actual feelings but we usually do not admit to that. Why? What is it that is making me embarrassed to say, "I had a shitty day and I want to throw myself on the bed and cry a hurricane while wailing like a banshee", or, "I am scared and nervous about uprooting myself out of my comfort zone, and I am scared. OMG. OMG.", or, "I'm hurt that he led me on and now pretends like we were "just friends""?
In every other major crisis (excluding Helen of Troy), men are usually to blame. Here, however, we womenfolk cannot claim stake to a whitewashed conscience. Men have made an art out of gaslighting, and we let ourselves burnt in the fire - slowly roasting over generations. Now, we are too ashamed to show the scars or tell that it hurts like a
So, the next time I am pissed off and you men think I am PMSing, I am actually thinking of hundred different ways to make you cry like a newborn baby. Period.
