PMS: Psychotic Mood Shifts

God, I seriously hate being a woman sometimes. For starters, it is a crap ton of work. Just the other day, I literally spent 8 hours behind hair management alone! Waxing, coloring, shaving, trimming... I mean, what an ordeal! But worse than any female physical maintenance is the emotions and thoughts that come along with being a female. After to talking to many a men and woman on a very personal level over the years, I am going to go ahead and make the safe assumption that is pretty much a female problem. Men surely have emotions/thoughts but not to the extent that women do. And I seriously envy that. 

This past weekend was a prime example of emotion/thought overload. I had one freaking weekend alone, and it threw my mind into hyper drive. First I was bored. Then I was sad because so many of my friends had left. Then I was mad because I felt like I was waiting on someone. Then I was happy because I did end up meeting up with my some of my friends. Then I was bored and sad again by Sunday night. Monday during the day I kept busy in hair management (Lol, it is a real), but by Monday night I was in some new funk, and was ready to pack my bags and go home. I mean the theatrical drama that played out in my head was just unreal. I know a large part of this is because I am going to get my period soon, and my emotions go all kinds of whack right before I get it, but this was just too much. I seriously have a headache right now, and its purely from thinking all these ridiculous things. 

Thank god, I work as a nurse. It does help to knock some sense into me at times. I am taking of care of a ridiculously sick patient right, and its really reminded of just how petty and frivolous my problems are. So time for me to stop moping around, recognize that is period related, and hate to say it but "man the hell up". 

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