In thinking about life as a girl, I wonder (and please feel free to comment here) if when we have PMS and when it's "bad," if it isn't just an accentuation of who we really are the rest of the time.
It would account for the fact that none of us experience PMS with the same symptoms. Any other medical condition has identifying markers that everyone has; if you have a cut on your arm, the same thing that happens to you will happen to your friend who has a cut on their arm.
But with PMS, while there are "similar" symptoms, none of us have exactly the same experience. For example, I get sad. Shocker, I know. But I have friends who get incredibly angry (and read here, prison-shank-to-the-kidney-for-stealing-my-cupcake angry). I also have friends who get really sarcastic and mean. I have friends who get lovey, needy, and clingy.
Maybe these are all out bursts that happen because the rest of the time, we keep these parts of our personalities under strict control because we want to be approved of by society. We want to avoid being called a bitch, or avoid looking "like a girl" when a commercial makes us cry, or being called weak because we appear to allow things to make us feel. So when we finally get to let them out, or rather, have no choice in the matter because of biology, it is an overwhelming rush instead of a slow trickle.
I don't know for sure, but I am fairly certain the women in aboriginal tribes don't have to hear about the horrible side affects of "that time of the month" and take a pill for it.
On another note, it has recently been brought to my attention (and yeah, thanks for that) that while I try to live my life in the most regret-free way possible, that I do have a regret. One of those things that if you had only done this one thing differently, every other thing that followed would have changed forever. Married with kids in another town. Done with my degree. Happy, or at least a reasonable facsimile thereof.
It seems strange to place all that loss and regret on one decision, but as a logical soul, I have worked it all out, and I see no other roads. But I can't go back. The path only leads forward. I know that time isn't linear. I know that there are a thousand different universes and that each one is a slightly changed picture of this reality. So that's how I can say that this one thing would have changed everything.
I have let go of one thing. Now I must let go of another. Is that what evolution and enlightment are? Letting go?
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