I am out of care

Today, I feel like ass. I have a headache, caused by falling asleep without a pillow, I slept ten hours which generally means something's wrong, I have a cold coming (on the slow train from Siberia, where they keep the toilets) and the brief burst of energy this weekend that allowed me to find four interesting jobs I'm qualified for has completely drained away, leaving me fucking annoyed at myself that I am not returning emails, making trip plans, turning in applications, or even mailing my fucking Visa bill. This is on top of shouting about the election, about the latest rumour about John McCain, about whether or not Palin is qualified to FIND the office of Vice President, and generally feeling fucked off about the whole economic situation, up to and including the bailout.

There. That's my day.

Note, please, that I am not blaming this on my period. Note further that I DO NOT CARE if you are having yours, I REALLY REALLY REALLY FUCKING DON'T.

A) I have no idea what relevance that has to anything. I can only imagine that it has relevance to me if you are about to get blood on me. As we're not in a position to do that - see above about lack of care.

B) If you are trying to indicate that it is a reason for why you feel like shit...are you not paying attention? The economy is lodged in the U-bend, the jobs (which I haven't got one of, so there, I'm worse off) are going goodbye, credit is going goodbye, food and gas costs continue to rise, and the government has just bulk-ordered fiddles and zippos.

If you are not upset by any of this, then you are not paying attention.

And finally, C) that's a fucking copout.

It's a very female copout, too (obviously) because what it says is "Sorry I'm being a bitch! I'll be sweetness and light next week again!"

Now. As the lit-crit people say, "Let's unpack that."

What it means is "I'm not willing to articulate my very-reasonable worries and concerns for some reason, because I don't think they're okay." And if you agree with me or not, YOU are the one making the EXCUSE. Actually, maybe it means "I'm not willing to claim responsibility for my very-reasonable worries and concerns because doing that would mean I was a bitch, and I don't want to be seen that way."

Why the fuck not?

And my god, what state have we come to when the condition of your underwear is better than telling people that you're unhappy? That you're fed up, frustrated, worried, and possibly even scared? JESUS SHIT, people! There really, really is nothing wrong with that, and blaming your period for why you're being all "weird" (as if I would fucking KNOW, I only know the part of you that you choose to present on the internet) is just. fucking. annoying.

Self-actualise or whatever the hot fucking buzzword is! Admit that you are legitimately unhappy! Do not blame your period for everything!

That turns out to be a subject that you can get surprisingly less out of than you would think, so I'll stop, but SERIOUSLY. Shut the fuck up with the excuse of your period. No one is paying you to be on the internet, so I don't think your "job performance" is going to be off if you feel like crap and go die in bed for a day. And you know, I notice NO difference between 'you with your period' and 'you without your period' so there's that for you. You're not actually radiating period-vibes so broadly that they've entered Alaskan airspace.

Only tell me these things if you are about to get blood all over me. Otherwise, I totally fail to care.