I hate the person that I turn into during those freakish days. I am numb, neutral-bordering-cold, volatile, and suffer from 'I-hate-the-world' syndrome.
Very few people have the misfortune of seeing me those few days every month. It's awfully difficult but
absolutely mandatory to not to act on your bitchy whims when you are with people who don't know you well. You are fully aware that they will not understand and their friendship means something to you so you have to suck it in, take a deep breath and do whatever else you need to, to assure that they will never see this beastly side of you.
Being far away from people you love is also advisable come this monthly massacre as they are the first ones you lash out at remorselessly. If not take out your anger on them, you obviously spoil their mood somehow, maybe with your silence at times (Yeah! I am capable of doing that too) and end up crying yourself to sleep for nothing but a foolish reason that wouldn't even matter the next morning.
On the plus side, sometimes (actually, very few times) I think that menstruation is a great excuse to justifiably rant, vent, stomp your feet, cry, howl, get it all out and be excused for it because - "Oh! She's on her PMS!!!"
No! Bad argument. I hate this aspect of being a woman. Period. [No pun intended].
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