PMS

The other day I was trying to explain to my boyfriend the magnitude of feelings that comes with PMS.

On any normal day when you are going about doing your thing and accidentally knock your elbow against a door, you probably wouldn’t really stop to notice as you are hurrying along on life’s magical journey.

Now if I am PMSing and I knock my elbow accidentally against a door, the pain reverberates throughout my entire being, and I think to myself, “OH DEAR GOD! SOMEONE MUST PAY FOR THIS.”

That someone is usually my life partner or boyfriend, Steve, who innocently looks at me with puppy dog eyes that say “Oh geez, that must hurt.”

And I look into those puppy dog eyes and think to myself “I will spare you no mercy….”

I don’t understand how 1 week out of the month I can permanently be in a bad mood.

One time my boyfriend told me to “Have a good day!” I said “Ok, whatever.” In his most chipper Boy Scout voice he said, “Aren’t you going to enjoy your day?”

My demon voice replied, “I’m not going to have a good day. Because I know that each day is just going to feel like every other day for the rest of my life!”

But with every bout of PMS, there comes a new month. The birds sing a little louder, and the sun shines a little brighter. With every new cycle there are new beginnings. I go to my local pharmacist and pick up a fresh new pack of birth control pills. And I hold up my pack of pills to the sky, and I say to my pharmacist, “Joal, this is gonna be my cycle!!!”

Only when I get home and take off my purse, I realize that I am in fact still in a bad mood. Maybe it’s not the PMS. Maybe I’m just in a bad mood all the time.