The joys of being a woman.
I was angry today. I was so angry that my teeth clenched tightly shut in my jaw and my fists locked into a ball so that my fingernails left little grooves in the palms of my hands. I felt a rock in my stomach that made my body feel heavy and sick and my shoulders sag in a slump that made me think, "This is why they ask if you are feeling down".
The day did not help either. It had started so well. It was beautiful. I love the word beautiful. It is simple and allows your lips to ripple as you say it. And then someone came along and messed it all up! Relying on people is one of the biggest misfortunes of life. As much as you say you do not rely on people there are times when you need them for things. When they let you down then you can see why some choose to live alone and shut themselves out from the world around.
I was slamming my way around the house when the title of a book caught my eye, "Why sweat the small stuff?". I haven`t read the book, in fact I do not even know where it came from, but as I continued to crash my way around doing various things and working myself into even more of a rage, I thought about the words of the title.
Why indeed? Why was I so angry? I was sweating so I didn`t need to think about that. And what was this small stuff that they were talking about? This was not small! This was huge, this was catastrophic on a world wide scale.
Well maybe I was overreacting just slightly?! Yes I had been let down, yes I was entitled to feel angry. I had sworn and spat down the phone. I had probably looked like a raging bull with glowing red eyes and steam coming out my nostrils. Words had been exchanged by both parties that were probably a little excessive....so there I had done it, I had been angry. Well done for me. Would it change anything? No! So other than the fact that I now had a raging headache and had put a few scratches in the poor vacuum cleaner had I really achieved anything? No!
So I did the thing that I normally do that makes other people think I am slightly crazy... I started laughing! And I laughed some more. (Red wine works well in these instances too by the way!)
But that is the great thing about being a woman. I hate it when our actions are blamed on our hormones, that time of the month, just being a woman....you know what I mean. But sometimes I am glad that we can just have these little outbursts and they can naturally get explained away.
Why do you like being a woman? Why are we such a complex species? And why do we get so carried away with things and become so emotional at the drop of a hat?
The day did not help either. It had started so well. It was beautiful. I love the word beautiful. It is simple and allows your lips to ripple as you say it. And then someone came along and messed it all up! Relying on people is one of the biggest misfortunes of life. As much as you say you do not rely on people there are times when you need them for things. When they let you down then you can see why some choose to live alone and shut themselves out from the world around.
I was slamming my way around the house when the title of a book caught my eye, "Why sweat the small stuff?". I haven`t read the book, in fact I do not even know where it came from, but as I continued to crash my way around doing various things and working myself into even more of a rage, I thought about the words of the title.
Why indeed? Why was I so angry? I was sweating so I didn`t need to think about that. And what was this small stuff that they were talking about? This was not small! This was huge, this was catastrophic on a world wide scale.
Well maybe I was overreacting just slightly?! Yes I had been let down, yes I was entitled to feel angry. I had sworn and spat down the phone. I had probably looked like a raging bull with glowing red eyes and steam coming out my nostrils. Words had been exchanged by both parties that were probably a little excessive....so there I had done it, I had been angry. Well done for me. Would it change anything? No! So other than the fact that I now had a raging headache and had put a few scratches in the poor vacuum cleaner had I really achieved anything? No!
So I did the thing that I normally do that makes other people think I am slightly crazy... I started laughing! And I laughed some more. (Red wine works well in these instances too by the way!)
But that is the great thing about being a woman. I hate it when our actions are blamed on our hormones, that time of the month, just being a woman....you know what I mean. But sometimes I am glad that we can just have these little outbursts and they can naturally get explained away.
Why do you like being a woman? Why are we such a complex species? And why do we get so carried away with things and become so emotional at the drop of a hat?
coolgirlsar to the rescue
One Too Many Chocolate Bars
Sure us women get a rough deal, much rougher than those men and there are times I do say "Darn it I'm coming back as a man next time!" but in all honesty I don't think I will, for one that learning to pee standing up doesn't look easy (and it's sure prooving hard to teach my son.) but there is all the beauty of being a woman and the miraculous things we can do with our bodies.
As for why are we so complex... well we have to deal with the weight of the world on our shoulders, those men sure aren't going to. *wink*.
Now I'm going to go and have a good kick at my dyson hoover as it won't pick up all the christmas tree pine needles and I keep treading on them and it hurts my poor big feet.
Sarah.
xxx
Well, maybe there is.
Real Men love Real Women.
They're great.
Keep it up Ash.
JZ
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
I love being a woman. We have the best of both worlds, we really do.
Thanks for stopping by Sarah. We are having a party one post behind this one at 'It`s Pina Colada Time Baby'. (sorry I forgot to get the link!)
Good to see you!
Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
GREAT to see your smiling face around these parts.
Yeah there is a lot to say - it is always interesting what one has to say, particularly when it is a female post and a male is commenting.
I have MANY more male friends than female. At the risk of sounding like a Tom Boy I prefer your ways to those of the Paris hilton persuasion...
So talk on my friend and please feel free to join in the Pina Colada party on the next page!
Ash
Great post though. Sometimes we forget that the emotions are real and not just melodrama. I do, anyway.
Love the work !
- AnthonyB
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
Yes we are a very confusing bundle of joy aren`t we - and ditto for men too!
I, too, have an anger management problem. It takes a lot to make me lose it but when I do ....LOOK OUT! I find it better to just walk away and take a breather now and return to the problem when I am a LOT calmer. It saves those unnecessary words from escaping out.
Enjoy your emotions - they are a blessing...sometimes!
Thanks for visiting. Come again any time.
Ash
Mum's Word
Love & stuff
Mrs M
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
Lovely to see your smiling face around. We are having a party again to welcome in the new year - do pop around if you find the time. It`s a three day bender and fancy dress - come as your new years resolution!
Have a sunny day
Ash
Kalikapsychosis
Guess what. Men work on hormone cycles too!
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories