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.

7 things I love

Ah, this is some Monday.... I've been awake since 3:42am.
The smoke detector apparently wants new batteries and isn't afraid to say so very LOUDLY.
After thirty shrill minutes I wanted to smash it to pieces, but luckily it's too high to reach. Which means I also have to find a very tall ladder somewhere and fast.

Wendy received an award today over at Among Mad People.
Yeah, Wendy! :P
She also tagged me so you're going to learn more about Brie than you want to know.

Brie's 7 Loves:

1) A nice snogging. (There I've said it. And it has been almost four years since I last had one, good or bad.)

2) A great red wine, preferrably cabernet or petit syrah. I do like the bubbly too though.

3) Touching. I'm a toucher. The texture of things impact how I feel about them. If I see something I like visually, I have to also like how it feels. This means my bed, sheets, sofa, chairs, shoes, towels etc "feel" nice to the touch.

4) Art that moves me. The medium doesn't matter - just that I connect with it somehow and it makes me feel better, make a change, go out on a limb or feel sad.

5) A very hot and long shower. I do a lot of thinking in the shower and the water never lasts long enough. I also like to sit in the shower and let be.

6) When something unexpected happens and it seems bad, but then turns out better than you could have ever planned.

7) That feeling when someone really sees you for the first time.