Monday, July 4, 2011

And the word is... cycle

Not a unicycle, bicycle, tricycle, motorcycle, life cycle, or popcycle [yes- I am aware that is not the way we spell that, just humor me, okay?]. Nope. I'm talking menstrual cycle. Now before you gag, throw up, run away, and/or block my blog, you should know I don't plan on talking about it foreal... so chill out.

No. The topic of this short, scattered plot of thought is more "male menstruation". "What? Men don't go through that," you say? I'm calling "bull" on that one. Why? Because that's the whole reason you are reading this thing. Granted, men don't go through the same things that women do [oh thank you, Lawd!], no doubt, but we do PMS.... again no doubt.


Like I said, I am not claiming men understand what women go through. [Gosh... do you see how scared I am some chick is going to blow up on me???] All I know is this: Just before I went to bed last night, I felt it coming on. This morning, I woke up, not happy it was July 4th, not happy to have a Monday off work, not happy the sun was out, and not happy for the events of the day which included a cookout and fireworks. Nope. I woke up irritable, upset, and impatient, just to name a few things. Things only got worse after the cookout was cut short because of stuff happening, and now as I write this, I do so to the sound of pouring rain, crashing thunder, and the strobes of lightning. Joy. Anyway, in addition to my not-so-me mood, I can barely think about eating because I have no appetite... and I'm not kidding, feel a bit bloated? Yet, I find that I have now eaten and entire bag of Skittles. If anything should work, it would be that! Nothing. So you think I am overreacting? That this isn't real? Well, if it isn't real, then it isn't real on multiple occassions. It may not happen to most guys on the regular or at regular intervals [although for me it is pretty dern close. Too much? Yeah, proabably. Sorry about that], but it is still PMSing. The mood swings, irritability, no appetite... it has got to be those three little letters: P, M, and S.

Say what you will, believe what you may, and crack all the jokes you want because we are all entitled, but just know the truth: guys PMS too. Period.

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