And that season is summer. I have been completely lethargic and uninspired lately; short-tempered and arguably maybe a slight-bit-but-just-a-little-less rational than usual.
Me, I thought it was because I can sometimes be a bona fide crazy person. Turns out that above and beyond my natural brand of lunacy, there’s an environmentally inflicted one as well.
Take yesterday for example. When at a light and I am turning left, I move my car’s ass right to the middle of the intersection so that people behind me will also have a chance to make the turn before the light turns back to red. On a normal day, when the twat in front of me isn’t moving his twat-vehicle up to the middle of the intersection, I might get a little edgy.
Yesterday? Yesterday, my mum had to physically put me on lock-down because I wanted to get out of my car and knock on the driver’s window of the twat-vehicle to ask him if he was experiencing some sort of a twat-seizure and is this why you let us miss three green lights while you kept your twat-car behind the white line, Twat?
Here’s what you can expect to happen, emotionally:
– You are quick to lose your temper
– You have less ability to be rational
– You are more likely to succumb to emotional stress
– You are not so motivated
Basically, we turn into irrational, non-thinking, asshole sloths or something.
Dear Head of Science,
I think you should allow me to re-write all of your conclusions. You are free to pay me in steak and cookies.
Love,
Maha
Which. Imagine this coupled with being a female and having your period.
Pause. Are you offended that I reference the emotional upheaval experienced by women who have the periods? Are you shy to discuss that you have the periods, though you have a magic vagina? Because if you are either, then you are best to stop reading and maybe instead go visit a slightly more grey shaded website.
Play. Imagine this coupled with being a female and having your period?
What happens to you during the first 48 hours around your The Periods? Me, I lose all hand/eye coordination and start perceiving that things are in fact closer than they appear. This last sentence is not a metaphor, analogy, simile, or fucking (<-- see that? That's my short temper) allegory. Rather, I literally see things closer than they actually are.
Like also yesterday when I placed my completely full-to-the-brim coffee cup on my desk. Only I didn’t. I placed it on nothing and so it fell all over myself and keyboard and chair and ground. Coffee everywhere but on my lips, because I saw that the desk was in fact closer than it actually was.
I bump into things, bruise my arms and legs and generally lose a sense of space when in that 48 hour span. I also become sad. Very very sad. Now add to this the emotional crazy of a heat wave, and you have the makings of a failed serial killer who is stabbing far too far from her target and likely very slowly because she is a sad monkey-person.
With that visual, may you have a lovely rest of weekend.
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Sources:
Temperature Effects on Emotional Experiences and Body Language
Heat can have psychological effects
How does a heat wave affect the human body?
Wrapping you in a cool and icy hug, because it’s too fucking hot for a warm and fuzzy hug. XOXOXO
Thank you! I will meet your iciness with equal amounts XXO
Ha! Ha! Ha!
I turn into a RAGING bitch and I eat so much!!!! This is hilarious but sux you dropped your coffee!!!! -lily
Wow. Sorry sad monkey. I’m heading to sixth street to see stover.
AMEN. To all of that. I get the dropsies too. And sometimes I have bad word days. By the way, me too with mother nature’s gift this week. Weepy is not the half of it. Insecure, jealous, irrational. Mostly just crabby and needy. It’s not always so bad, but I’m not a fan of summer either. Plus, at the beginning and end of said lovely gift, CRAZY HORNY. CRAZY. And not a willing long-term guy to take out my frustrations with. Ugh. Also, you using the word twat makes me giggle. I need some wine and chocolate.
Thanks, David! Give Stover big big BIG HUGE hellos, and have one for me, please!!!!! Would totally kill to be in Austin on 6th right now!
And I thought you dropped your coffee cuz you were distracted by the ****’ ***** pants.
Shows how insensitive I am 🙂
-R
LOL re magic vagina! And re traffic, I totally understand… On “normal” days, I sometimes want to get out of my car and teach many idiots how to freaking drive. Maybe it’s a teacher thing? We wanna police the world.
Also it’s good to know it’s magic. I’d put it on my resume if it were socially acceptable.
Saw stover, kissed a girl,payed too much for a cab twice, twas a Saturday.
Hah, Jenn! No need to add it to your resume; anyone with a smartie pants for a head knows it implicitly.
David — Sounds just about right 🙂
Lily — totally sucked that I dropped my coffee. And I was really very much excited to be having it, too 🙁
Jenn — To quote you: “Sometimes, when I read your [comments], it’s like I’m reading my own diary.” I laughed out loud because you sound a little hysterical — or maybe it’s just me?
Willing long-term guys are the shit, my friend. Have we stopped calling them husbands?
The Viking — We should download you an app to track my Crazy…I imagine there *must* be something out there for men so that they know when to tread v v carefully.
Those pauvre bikini underpants beneath the ****’ ***** pants. Almost as sad as me on certain days. (Note: I have ****** some words so that neither one of us gets our ass (plural or singular?) chucked outta there. Welcome to my Paranoia :))
Roor — Wli, is this what you call it? “Policing?” Wi7yaatik it’s more like a nuclear bomb — remember: “Am I gonna have to throw down before I eat? I’m so hungry.” I just found my topic for my next article.
xoxoxoxoxoxo
NOT to mention the ungodly need to gorge my face hole with every edible (and sometimes questionable) scrap of food in my apartment. All the while sobbing and cursing and wiping. sob. wipe. curse. *oooh! a hard gummy bear!*. wipe. sob. curse. repeat.
I hate everybody.
Yes, your last paragraph , bump into things, get weepy over nothing and every 21 days bake a batch of brownies….the craziest part is after all thse years I never seem to see it coming until I’ve ripped someone a new one over nothing .
Today I am crying and baking a cake …no kidding at all…just thought you might want to know.
Oh no! Fatoomi, you’re an eater AND a weeper?? Me…I get hungry at exactly the two week mark between the periods, for about three day. It’s crazy — and one would think we would be graced with a naturally higher metabolism on said days but NO. I Googled.
CVC, I have an “Emotional Calendar” where everything is clocked. It’s not so good for foresight but wicked for hindsight, so I hear you loud and clear 🙂
As for the 18th of July — you are soon coming to your next round of baking and crying. Are you prepared?? Sending you big hugs and warm cozy sweaters xoxoxoxoxo
I get hungry exactly then too… ovulation makes me ravenous. Yes, emotional for absolutely no reason, everything upsets me or hurts my feelings or makes me cry. It’s really not a good look for me.