*enters the hut*
May. 7th, 2002 08:37 amBleh period time bleh blah. I should really start keeping track of it more formally - a few years ago before my cycle got all bass ackwards, I was like the freaking U.S. Atomic Clock. I could predict down to the hour when the Crimson Tide would rear its head. I was straight out of a textbook - 28 days on the nose. Never more, never less. Then I went to college and that was no more. It could be anywhere from 25 days to 50 - who knew? Sometimes it'd just skip a month entirely. Lazy little bitch. Now, it seems like it's finally getting back to "normal" - from my completely informal and uncertain observations (MUST MARK CALENDAR. MUST MARK CALENDAR. Ehh, I'll do it later.), I'm regular or some semblance of it again. I'm getting back to my love-hate relationship with the flow, rather than a hate-whatthefuckareyoudoing relationship.
My period makes me want to take long baths, paint my toenails, read feminist literature. It makes me want to talk to other women, eat soup, and watch the moon. It forces me to be more in tune with my body. I know that sounds like a bunch of new-age bullshit, but it's hard to explain. Aside from the fact that it serves as a built-in, flashing neon "YOU'RE NOT PREGNANT!" sign during the months when I need it, I admit that I like her. I mean, you live with something or someone for 10 years and know you have another 30-40 to go, you find something positive in it. I'm fortunate in that I don't suffer from especially debilitating cramps, so that's easier for me than it is for some others, I'm sure.
She can be a raging pain in the ass, but I love her. Sort of like me. :)
My period makes me want to take long baths, paint my toenails, read feminist literature. It makes me want to talk to other women, eat soup, and watch the moon. It forces me to be more in tune with my body. I know that sounds like a bunch of new-age bullshit, but it's hard to explain. Aside from the fact that it serves as a built-in, flashing neon "YOU'RE NOT PREGNANT!" sign during the months when I need it, I admit that I like her. I mean, you live with something or someone for 10 years and know you have another 30-40 to go, you find something positive in it. I'm fortunate in that I don't suffer from especially debilitating cramps, so that's easier for me than it is for some others, I'm sure.
She can be a raging pain in the ass, but I love her. Sort of like me. :)
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