Irritarationality
I’ve been irritable with people lately. Friends’ foibles that had previously seemed funny and idiosyncratic now make me feel like I just bit a string bean sideways (you know that sound…wince). Now, I’m a smart person: rather than assume that many of my friends have suddenly been possessed by the demon of irksome doings, I know that it’s just me. I’m irritable.

People whine (of COURSE it sounds whiney to me) about my not calling them, and all I can do is shrug and think “Look, I’m doing us both a favor here.” This is not a few days thing. This isn’t a “Oh silly girl–it’s monthly!” thing. Don’t patronize me. Hormones make sense, but this is not a rational irritability, this raw nerve has been a part of me for the last few months, this just IS. I’m like a person with no patience skin, raw and exposed and impatient. I represent the perpetually bothered.

And you? You’re in my way.