As a woman, the last thing that I want anyone to ask me when I am upset is, "is it that time of the month." That question is a warrant for sudden death for the asker.
It used to be anyway. Well, over the last week I have been off. I have little patience as is, but this past week everyone and everything has driven me up the wall without much provocation. My headaches were out of control (that I blamed on my caffeine withdrawal). Then there was the nausea...that was just strange, it doesn't happen often. Usually, after all is said and done I will reflect and admit that I was indeed PMSing. That, however, was never warrant for anyone to assume it just because I am able to admit it. But now I am finally allowing it. Hello, I am Mon'que and I PMS. I am now opening it up to people who know me enough to ask if I am in that time of the month. I am tired of going through it without anyone who could understand. I think that if I have someone, at least one person, to recognize what was happening it could help to ease the tension.
The only problem is that as a woman some things are just not going to make sense. Now, the thing is, that question, no matter how true it is is still a sticky subject. It has to be said the correct way to keep me from frying the person with my eyes. This is where my being a woman comes in. You see, I have no idea what the right way to ask the question is, I just know that the wrong way will not be accepted. It depends on so many things to make it happen and be alright. Things like: how much the person knows me, the tone of the question, the reason for asking...among other things. See, the woman of me.
Anywho, I have finally decided to stop hiding behind sexism and start facing the facts. When I PMS it throws me off. I need to come out and say it so that people will know and possibly back off.
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Jasmin... is it that time of the month?
Sudden death. The end.
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