PMS
Today is a day I feel like cussing every other sentence.
I feel like nothing is working and nobody gets it.
By it, I mean me.
We all have those days. Admit it.
But today is one of those days.
See the scary skull looking dude at the bottom?
He is on my shirt today.
I specifically wore this shirt because I feel like his friend today.
He looks like he has male Christian PMS and I definately have it today.
Dudes get that crap you know?
So.
After a very productive day with my coworkers who are probably all wondering what the crap was wrong with me, I’m going to hang with my boy Jay King. That guy gets me. Even my PMS.
What do you guys do when you turn into a emotional diva?
Los
[I'm writing this from my iPhone. That's why the image is at the bottom]
RAIN IT DOWN
I turn off the cell, crank the music, and then watch a lot of TV.
call my mommy and unload on her. then I go to bed.
THANK YOU!!! That’s exactly how I’m feeling today. Now I have a description for it.
I try to remind myself of guys like David (who was one bad mofo!) <— excuse the Christian cussing (which, by the way, is a viable alternative for the real thing when dude PMS rears its ugly head)…oh yeah, back to slingshot guy… David had major times of emotional anguish and outburts – he was “emo” before emo was cool.. yet he always exposed his raw emotions to God through prayer and through songwriting… and every time he did it seems like his view of God began to grow in the process and eventually, all of a sudden, he became unaware of his affliction and very aware of God’s affection … so yeah when I am havin dude PMS I vent to God since He can handle my honesty and then I usually try to use the emotive deluge to write a song, a lyric, a chord progression…
too bad MIDOL isn’t “strong enough for a man, Ph balanced for a woman” XD
I dream about the future. Sounds like a cliché but it’s true. Dreaming is one of the only things that gets me out of a deep funk and moving forward again.
by the way I realize I’m not a dude…but I’m a pro PMSer.
i get really negative and don’t want to talk to anyone.
*******hey, sorry this is random. but i am really hoping you could take a look at my latest post. i’m trying to start a bible study at my school and i really need prayer.
so ragamuffin readers, please lift my school up.
i really appreciate it.
–ash
By “you guys” I’m guessing you mean all of us…but I might be wrong. Either way, chocolate, chick flicks, hashing it out at my piano and hiding out (aka staying in) usually even me out. Bubble baths rock as well. I might be concerned if you employed a few of those tactics…
mmmm right there with ya. noshin’ on some soul food (whatever food speaks to you at the moment), crankin up some tunes and singing at the top of your lungs sounds good right about now…to me, at least.
I go shopping. But I’m a girl. Or I won’t allow anyone to touch me. I can’t stand to be hugged when I’m ticked off.
You know, it has actually been medically documented that men have hormonal fluctuations just like women do. Sure they are on a much smaller scale, but any woman who’s been married for any length of time will testify to the fact that men definitely have PMS occasionally.
So, don’t dwell on it. Don’t beat yourself up.
and this, too, shall pass.
Just get some Chunky Monkey or treat yourself to a mani/pedi
I eat icecream or a sonic hamburger, vent to my roommate, and then i hop in the shower to have a good cry.
“Don’t beat yourself up.. Just get some Chunky Monkey or treat yourself to a mani/pedi
and this, too, shall pass.”
I second that emotion.
watch the following (courtesy of Dr. Horrible) and enjoy a good laugh Los. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGOO8ZhWFR4
I totally get you. I can’t really call them “PMS” days, cuz no one really gets that coming from a girl..but you know, whatever. Usually i just tell my friends that I rate my day depending on the amount of cuss words that went through my head that day. Today, a lot of cuss words. Which means it was “that” kind of day. But maybe it will be better tomorrow.
Glad im not alone. 
totally get you
i pretty much yell at people for stupid things.
oh man, this was definitely me on Sunday morning, except it really was PMS (sorry, TMI?) + Sat night over-caffeination, which resulted in 2 hours of decent sleep before 8am call time on Sunday morn. working through all 3 services like this was NOT fun. my temporary solution was coffee, prayer, fresh air/sunlight/vit D btwn service, and lunching with newcomers (b/c sometimes it’s easier to be nicer to strangers). oh, and some crying. but i’m a girl and i’m allowed to do that
nothing like a case of He-M’S'ing…best wishes and welcome to my life!
I’m feeling this post. Major computer problems all morning long, a new job that uses all sorts of systems I’m not familiar with, and almost no productivity…and I’m just feeling like I should go home! Sometimes it just helps to step away from the stressor for a bit.
I come here.
I just came home from a very difficult mtg, where I felt just like Los that nobody got me.Instead of throwing myself a pity party which I wanted I came here.
Im not one to leave alot of comments here but I need to tonight.Its difficult for me to express my emotions to those around me imagine to those I dont know.Something happened to me I realized how important this Ragamuffin community is to me. It might sound crazy but I always leave this site encouraged, challenged to be more real.
LOS- I have no idea how you do what you do here,its beyond amazing.Only God knows how much he has used what everybody posted here to speak into my life and make me laugh at the same time.
Thank -you
I posted today about “venting” needing to whine, complain and be generally pissy. so glad to know i am not the only one that gets that way. I talked to a buddy.. he straightened me out… then my 12 year old daughter suggested i take a midol.
I’m with Scott. I don’t think you’re allowed to claim PMS unless you have to deal with the “M”.
This probably isn’t the most “Christian” thing to do. But I come home from church, eat a nice dinner with my wife, kiss her goodnight, and retire to my balcony patio for a nice cigar. I then proceed to watch people until about 2 am when the bar crowd from across the street lets out.
Paul is so there with you today.. his PMS days are WAAAAY worse than mine..
Can you tell he had a bad one today? I feel like venting. 
Ehm, I think I’m gonna sound like a total idiot by sayin this but..
…what’s PMS?
(My first guess was the Pantone Matching System, like the colors and all that, but I have a feeling that’s not what you meant. Not even close.)
I get some good chips and salsa and a Dr Pepper and I watch many episodes of The Office. Probably not the most spiritual way to handle it, but it does work…
I like to call it a funk. And when I’m in one I mostly just try to keep my mouth shut so I don’t bite somebody’s head off for no apparent reason…of course, the reason would be obvious to me, but perhaps not to the victim.
My hubby calls it SRH.
It stands for Sperm Retention Headache.
Thankfully he doesn’t have it often!