Although Genesis tells me why I have been given "the curse", the emotional crap that goes along with it is really annoying and altogether unfair. If it is just pain in childbirth, okay. I'm done with all that. Hah! but why do I have days (as in not A day, but three days and counting so far this month) where I want to rip people's head off for anything and everything. Where's the Prozac when you really need it?
I once had an elderly neighbor who bemoaned the loss of her menstral cycle, saying she didn't feel like a woman anymore. I still think she was insane. If a menstral cycle makes me a woman, then I think I'll be gender neutral.
Perhaps the reason for menstruation and the accompanying pain, cramping, bloating, irritability and crying is so that we will welcome old age. Here's the tradeoff: I give up all of that in exchange for some wrinkles and gray hair. My mother says I also get incontinence, arthritis, loss of memory, and a host of other fun things, but for now, give me my dream of a simple trade-off. I'll think about the rest of that later.
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