“Is Aunt Flo Coming?”


After yesterday’s irrational rant, that I promptly removed the moment a dear friend asked me ever so politely, “Is Aunt Flo coming?” followed by the “give the guy a break” speech, I realized that the womanly PMS stereotype is real and I promise you that I felt abnormally emotional and batshit crazy yesterday.


There I said it… You were right… (you don’t know how much it kills me to admit you were right).


After self-reflection (aka torture), I have come up with a list of 20 irrational things you say when you have raging PMS,:

Fuck this.

angry face girl (2)

Fuck that.

angry face girl (4)

I feel like I have an aquifer of sadness inside me. (Yes, I really said this to my sister.)


Cheee-eee-ee-tos are like LIFE.


I’m running away, with scissors in hand.


He said that because he is a MOTHER FUCKING BITCH.


I’m screening calls. All. Day. Long.


We should adopt an orphan.


I need to join the gym.


Why didn’t my parents ever push me to play lacrosse? I would have been so good.


Why didn’t my parents ever push me to join debate team? I would have backed everyone down, in the corner and had them in the fetal position sucking their thumb.


Salt… Sugar…. Salt… Sugar… mmmmmm


Am I fat? Am I pretty? Do you love me?


Just… Just…. Walk away… slowly, quietly and don’t make any sudden moves.


OMG! I don’t know why I am crying, hold me…. Hold me….. boo booo brrr hoo…


Rub my glands…




I’m going to join the Peace Corps.


You did not just say that…


*sobbing* I DID THE BEST I COULD *sobbing*.


Please, I would enjoy you adding more to this list, so I don’t feel like #21 – “All Alone”



About Hiding2014-2016

2016 Life is what it is and you just have to get through it. 2014 I started blogging just a short time ago, it actually feels good. I've made some new friends and soliciting feedback from others who have experienced similar life events helps me to not feel so alone. So we all have bumps in the road, we make poor decisions - we are only human. It is these life experiences who make us who we are today. There is no need to have regret, just move forward. Ok, easier said than done, because as you read my profile, sometimes I take a step forward and then two steps back.

Posted on August 12, 2014, in My Life Over 40 and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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