Period. That time of the month. I hate it when I have to call it 'stomach ache', 'body ache', 'umm just feeling sick' and such other whine to my male friends. How I can't be all out open about it and just say, "Menstrual cramps, yo". So many instances come to mind. From something as simple as when I'd be judged for skimping off swimming sessions, to when I'd be called "not a devout muslim" for not fasting during the month of Ramadan by some imbecile non-friends. (Atheist now, I still fast when I'm not chumming coz I like it, and no I absolutely detest diets) I'm not conservative and nor are my friends, and yet it is a detail I'd rather just not divulge, a very personal thing.
On the other hand, I'm a whiner. I do crib a lot about every other pain I feel. That headache, oh that sprain, ugh this knee, darn this backache, crap my stomach hurts. I always instantly hate it when I do crib. I don't like being that soddy whiny ol' ass. But I talk, a lot. And these complaints somehow always surface as my filler items here and there. And considering most of my friends presently are guys, so it's them strong boys that happen to be my audience for the crib sessions mostly, I so hate it!
So on my way back from University in the shuttle today, on day 2 of my monthly uterine woes, I was wondering to myself about this chummy secret situation. Having had sprained one leg and one arm after just 2 days of fasting day before, it was like the two sides were finally having a face off. I'd been feeling pissed at myself for having cribbed about what a weakling I can be, for the zillionth time. And suddenly then I was like wait, I don't crib about the greatest of the recurring curse ever. The 5 days of "all I wanna do is sit home and clutch tummy", preceded by 3-4 days of PMS gloom (there have been times when I'd be oh so depressed, and have this sudden moment of clarity when I'd snap up wondering why the fuck
am I even
so depressed and look up the calendar and go, "Ah!.."), the plentiful abdominal pain, backaches, weakness, etc., etc., every month, so many years. I no crib! So me strong. Heck I played soccer in the rain yesterday on day 1 of july blues! So yeah, them men have no idea of the potential crib percentage they're actually spared of every month!
But that is when it struck me, I shut up about my menstrual cramps, so it should be just as easy to shut up with other crib sessions. I still don't take blame for letting them slip as often as I do, when the opposite person has nothing else to speak of to fill the conversation (:P) but heck, just for my own peace of mind! And so yes, even for the overly liberal/leftist/non-conversative me, shutting up about my uterine crampfest is a well made choice. Peace out!
P.S. 'Chums' is what some of my girlfriends call periods, from back in high school. I guess it was developed as a code word to indicate solidarity amongst the sisterhood when out in the world that has them boys.
P.P.S./Edit: As of the months immediately following this post, that wall has half crumbled. I welcome all my male friends into my monthly woes now. *thumbs up* you oughta know! Beginning from when I'm PMSing... .... .... %#&*#^*... ....
