I had one of those days yesterday, those days driven by an irrational hormonal crazy woman, where everything makes you lose your shit and you murdered at least fifteen people with your mind. Like the idiot who pulled out in from of me without indicating (he ran up the arse of a truck); the rude old man in the lawn mower repair store (he was impaled on his lawn mower part); the woman who dawdled at the pace of a sloth in the shopping centre (she was rammed with a trolley, fell awkwardly and died); or the woman at the creche in the gym who I asked to call me if my little boy was not coping and did not (her head got wedged in the electric doors).
|This could be me going all Hunger Games on your arse...|
I have played with the idea that its everybody else's fault. If I have PMS and there is no other human being around, it's like it never was. But if a human being enters my presence, they might as well wave a red flag at a bull e.g. husband wakes up next to me, lies there sleeping peacefully, he will undoubtedly piss me off for a variety of reasons:
1. He is still asleep and I am not
2. He is breathing too loudly
3. He is encroaching on my personal space by doing something awful like holding my hand
He has no idea how close he comes to being smothered by a pillow!
I am not a violent person. Well actually I am - once a month, in my mind at least. Does anyone else get like this?
I'm reading the Hunger Games at the moment. If they unleashed me in the arena on a day like this, I'd win for sure.