One or the other

Men. They don't know how priviledged they are in life. They haven't a clue. And sometimes I want to thump them on the head for that - being clueless.

Why? Because I have one emotion or the other every few weeks. And. I. hate. it.

I can't control it. I have learned to recognize it though. The emotions? Oh, either sadness or anger. Not your run of the mill slightly sad or slighty pissed feelings either. I'm talking full on rage or hysterical crying.

And no, I've no mental issues - well, just the normal ones that I admit to freely. (I talk to myself, I hate warm milk, I pretend not to speak english sometimes.) So why am I having either crying fits or fits of anger?
It's my body forcing me to go through insane changes including bloat, cramping, soreness and those wacky emotions. And men have no idea how blessed they are in this regard. (Note: I would not trade being a woman - seriously, we are smarter. Sorry boys, it's true.)

So when I find that I'm crying over a cat food commerical, which has happened, and my cats are just staring at me ball....I know what time it is. Or when I feel like I want to punch someone, (like the freak who kept driving past while I jogged, asking me on a "date" until I flagged a policeman down), I know what time it is.

This month's theme was sadness. I'm fine now and really, some months there's no wacked out emotion at all. But when I hear men make jokes about "that time of the month" I just want to punch them in a special place. They have no clue how priviledged they are not to have their body make them feel either sad or crazy or crazy angry.