"pot holes" are the achilles heel of the psyche. they tend to be activated by the environment and fueled by emotions. go that? i detest whiny, needy people. i detest my own whiny, needy person. thus spake my pot hole. i own my pot hole.
forget about playing volleyball in a white string bikini, rollerblading with fluffy, cavorting labradors, or carrying baskets full of strawberries and fresh sunflowers from the farmer's market; those women are on prozac, not the rag. i would personally like to see a return to women being "quarantined" from all social interaction for the week, until they can reorganize their egos.
as anyone in posession of a uterus can tell you, the monthly perceptions are persecutory first and foremost. where an absence of calls or texts are not attributed to misplaced phones, silent settings, or a busy schedule. it's "personal", it's rejection, and it's about ME. stereotypes and cliches are now borne; "i don't want you to do it because i told you i wanted you to do it, i wanted you to do it because YOU wanted to" (swap out the verbs for many other commonly used variations). "i shouldn't/don't want to/don't like to have to tell you" (this would be the the internal monologue). and yes, we do keep a tally of grievances. this is the delight who you're married to/dating/avoiding/shagging/taking out epo's on.
typically, patience is my baseline (typically). however, this past week i have had pee sprayed in my face, changed the ultimate nuclear waste of a nappy, been snotted on, spat upon, and had parts of my skin sliced and singed. therefore, a busy morning at work + a short drive to the bakery to get some much needed "comfort carbs" + roadworks that made no sense = tear ducts at maximum leakage. this is not how a stubborn, strong, and independent (hear me roar, organize, itemize, and multi-task) female responds- at any other time. "other" times, you yell and swear at the roadworks/builders/traffic police (with windows rolled up, of course).
it may be time for kotex and ben & jerry's, to collaborate with old navy and put together the "menstrual variety pack"; a pint of chunky monkey, a box of super absorbency "hygiene products", flannel drawstring pj's, and 7 pairs of black granny knickers. and yes, i did make a run to walgreens for a gallon of edy's; i like my sugar refined.