So i was elated for most of this wonderful beginning of spring. Then it rained. and when i say it rained, it drenched and filled your skin, one your skin was full it fulled your muscle, and then progressed to your bone. But it hasn't stopped there. This deep penetrating rain that progressively erodes the happiness brought by the sun. Its not just my washing that's dripping; I feel like i'm melting right down to a tiny puddle on the floor.
I wonder why us women can be crazy sometimes. What is it that makes us freak out over the small little inconsequential things. What is it that makes us feel like every little spat or quarrel is the end of the world. Yes, men they have fight and get over it. Why do we want to hold it all inside and let it stew till we are driven crazy by it all. Why is it that I reacted so bad to my boy standing up for himself, refusing to take my well-meant advice? Perhaps he is doing exactly what I wanted him to do for himself the whole time: grow up and be a man, be capable of looking after himself and not rely on me to make sure he was still galloping off in the right direction.
I wonder if it just the weather getting to me. I wonder if it is this endless rain that has washed all my common sense and logic away along with my clothes and desire to appreciate the outdoors. But then again it could be just that I am a female and have my crazy moments just like every other woman out there. I just hope I wont disturb the waters too much while I drown in my illogical freak out.
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