If You Prick Me, I Bleed

Witizens:

I know from my sarcastic tone and the "Why Women Wednesday" posts that I may come across as a know-it-all, infallible, and somewhat insensitive person. Oh well. There is nothing I can do to change a reader's perspective and I won't try. I will share just how much I occasionally girl out, and you can reach your own conclusions. I'll start with yesterday and how for no known reason, I was superdeduper irritable. I read an email, and I was set off. I had stuff blow up at work, and I was set the fuck off. Everything else that happened just added to this mountain of doom, and I just couldn't help wanting to scream at the top of my lungs. This all sounds quite normal to the average girl, but for me, it was very off putting. For one, I am not a yeller or screamer. Second, I am super sarcastic and will laugh at myself quite easily, so the moodiness over the email was out of character. Third, I usually could give two shits about anything work related, so I didn't understand that frustration either. Then I got frustrated with my frustration.... Yeah, it was one of those days. To avoid snapping at innocent bystanders, I refused to talk to anyone unless it was absolutely necessary. You know why? Cause I'm cool like that.

Transferring and displacing anger are totally lousy, and should not be done. Ever! No kicking the dog because you're pissed at the cat. That shit's not cool. I have been a witness to the way women behave when they are P.M.S.ing, and how they treat innocent civilians as if it were these people that personally stabbed their vagina and made it bleed. Ladies, stop that. It's not cute and you make us all seem crazy. Well, we are, but we don't have to act like it. I tried suppressing my female rage yesterday, and for the most part, I think I did a pretty good job. I also had to quarantine myself to ensure that, but I still recognized it as my own personal issue. I realized any war path I was on was due to the inner battle that was being waged.

I still managed to have a slight attitude in my emails, with my coworkers, and anyone else I had to speak to, but it was subtle and somewhat deserved. I'm generally too nice, so a little attitude is welcomed and most of all, well deserved when I do display it. Today started out much better, but I made the mistake of watching most of The Notebook before heading off to work. Oy vey! I nearly called out from work due to an emotional breakdown. Yesterday, anger. Today, crying, laughing, and loving everything. Fucking estrogen! To top it all off, I kept thinking of my current crush mixed in with Noah from the film, so I had this Noah/My beau concoction in my head all day... Then it became "if I'm a bird, then I want him to be a bird too"... Once again, fucking estrogen.

I take, make love, ache, and fake just like a woman. But I break just like a little girl. I am human. I am a woman. I am sometimes crazy, moody, and emotional for no existing reason. I complain too much. I give too many excuses. I like pro sports teams based on the colors of the uniform and the attractiveness of the players. I check my makeup while driving. I talk on the phone too much. I heart shopping. I enjoy spending money. I love cooking. I hate making mistakes. I don't "do" gross. I see babies and make that God-awful cooing sound. Ditto for any newborn animals. In short, if you prick me, I do bleed, but I will not make it anyone else's fault.


Truly,

Not~So~Cosmo