Anybody who thinks this shit ain't real is kidding themselves. I won't get into details about my symptoms, let's just say I'm finally at a point in my life where I can recognize the cause of my problems and address it accordingly.
This morning, I was in a fine mood. Then I came into work and started walking up the stairs. A man came in the stairwell after me and I can't even tell you how angry I got because he was too close behind me (and he was like a whole flight of stairs away). He was taking the steps two at a time so he was catching up pretty quick and I just wanted to turn around and shove my heel in his face so he could fall back down to the bottom and get away from me. But I knew what was bothering me and that I was overreacting, so after he said "good morning" I just replied and kept it moving. I was still irritated though.
And then, I wanted to let the bitch in me loose on this other man who pushes my buttons on a constant basis (and now I think he does it on purpose) when he commented on my breakfast and how I must be eating right and working out because there's a man in my life. LAWD! On a NORMAL day this would piss me off beyond belief, so you KNOW I was heated when he said that. I think I told him to get away and left it at that because he's my superior at work and an elder so I tried not to be too disrespectful, but maaaaan! And when he asked to see the pictures I was looking at online I told him no and closed the website. Not today sir, not to-day. He has a wife and two daughters, he should know better.
On another unrelated note, I HATE when people comment on my food or money. It really irritates me. Talk about my clothes, my friends, my family, my house, my car - heck, even me HAIR (if you're black or black-ish) but leave my food and my money alone. For some reason I take it a little more personal than anything else and I can't explain why. And PMS doesn't help the situation at all. Now it's just more intensified. Could explain why I didn't feel like being bothered at lunch yesterday and ate alone.
*sigh* The joys of womanhood. Good thing I can handle it.
