Sometimes I hate being a girl. Like today. It's the first day of my period (sorry gentlemen), and therefore I am a total disaster.
I am not normally a crier. Sure, if I've been emotionally trampled I will succumb to a--generally very private--fit of sobbing (unless you happen to call on the phone when I'm already in the middle of it--then you'll catch an earful!), and I'll admit that "The Notebook" makes me bawl my eyes out every single time (damn you Nicholas Sparks! Damn you!), but in general, day-to-day life? Not so much with the tears.
Until, that is, the hormonal overload that comes with the arrival of Aunt Flo.
So here I am at work, and I just came *very* close to shedding tears over something that would normally just irritate me. As in, so close that I realized that hiding in the rear hallway to calm down wasn't quite enough, and I was forced to go sequester myself in the ladies' for a few minutes, silently telling myself to suck it up, I was being ridiculous, this in NO way merrited tears.
Gah.
Could I *be* any more of a walking cliche?
Pass the chocolate and potato chips.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
*grumble*
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6 comments:
Lol. I'm sorry you're having a shitty day! I know exactly when I'm about to have Aunt Flo for a visit because I end up bitching out all the stupid high school girls I have to work with!
I'm sure you could get Chandler to help you out with the walking cliche tho! :) That made me laugh!
Oh, and don't worry. There are moments when I am at work and the tears just start sliding down my cheeks. I hide in my cubicle for the rest of the afternoon!
Um...Yeah. I hate Aunt Flo. She morphs me into this terrible person. I just look forward to when she goes AWAY!
Oh god. I just hear the words Nicholas Sparks and I tear up.
That man knows how to make women cry.
And I'm not even on my period.
I am totally the same way about crying, and when I do end up crying it is often about the randomest and stupidest crap. I'm going to start blaming hormones, too.
I hate hate hate when the stereotype takes over.
I will sob to my boyfriend "But I'm not one of those girls, I swear!"
I used to feel the same way until I just gave up and embraced it. Now I'm officially a crier. It sucks.
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