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November 22, 2004

Don't Push Me

Hey, you want WHAT with me?! I'm gonna tell you one time, don't mess with me! Get down! Cause I ain't got nothin' to lose, and I'm havin a bad day. Don't make me take it out on you! -Ludacris, Get Back

There is just something about a woman during her time of the month that should forwarn people to just stay away. Is it just me, or does it always seem as if people want to test a woman's last nerve when her least favorite aunty is visiting that one time every month. It's like a sign on my forehead that says, HELLO I'M ON MY PERIOD. PLEASE DO SOMETHING STUPID TO UPSET ME.

A woman is most dangerous when she's angry, scorned, bitter & on her period. I've said this before. A woman is 20 times more evil when she's flowing, so just step back homey. Women are more likely to kill during this period. Okay...that's not a scientific fact, but I'm willing to bet money that the majority of women who've gone on killing rages have either been or about to come on their period. Look it up. Cramps are a monster. Really bad cramps can make a woman lose all of her senses and go crazy. And I'm not talking about mild discomfort here. I'm talking about the kind of cramps that makes a woman wish that she were paralyzed from the abdomen down because it hurts to stand, walk, turn and sit. These are the cramps that can send a woman into rage because Midol, Advil, Aleve, Tylenol w/ Codeine and any other pain medicine that you can think of just isn't doing the job! A man will NEVER understand this pain.

It's not nice to upset me during this time. If I'm caught off guard, I just may forget that "Love Thy Neighbor" thing. Lis said it best.

It just occured to me. If God want's us to love everyone, all the time, why does he allow women to deal with PMS? That is like an oxymoron. love + pms = not happening...

Exactly! So why push me? I've already told you that I'm cramping & moody. LEAVE ME ALONE! If you don't bother, then I won't claw your eyes out. That was a joke! Seriously, sometimes I like to be left alone in peace. Don't ruin that or I'll get a serious attitude. Today a co-worker had to find out the hard way.

I was sitting at my desk minding my own business. I was looking over some files for a client when Shawn approaches me from behind and starts playing in my hair. I flung my right hand back to shoo him off. I said, "Stop it Shawn. I'm not in the mood right now." He contines to twirl his fingers in my hair. Again, I said, "Stop Shawn!" He thinks I'm joking with me. He touch the collar on my shirt and says, "What is this Velvet?" On any other day, I would've laughed at that, but today I didn't find it funny. I got up from the desk, I walked over to the copier & made a few copies. Shawn was on my heels. He was doing it to annoy me. I warned him. I said, "If I tell you stop one more time, I'm going to hit you."

He didn't listen. I sat down once more. He picks up a picture on my desk & begins to play with it as if it's a puppet. On any other day, I probably would've laughed. Not today. Today iwas not a good day for jokes. He starts to twirl his finger towards the side of my face. Before he touched my face...*SWACK*. I punched the heck out of him. I think I stunned him because he looked at me in shock. He said, "Ow. Why'd you do that?" I was like, I TOLD YOU TO STOP! He said that he was only playing, but that's not the point. I said that I was not in a good mood, and would prefer to be left alone. He didn't listen.

Let that be a lesson. Stop means stop. Proceed at your own risk.

Posted by Timi at November 22, 2004 9:27 PM