P.M.S/ (Pee-Em-Es)
noun
1.Pissy Melissa Syndrome, sometimes coinciding with hormonal fluctuations, sometimes not. I try to keep my emotions in check. I really do. I try not to sweat the small stuff, I try to seize the day and I drink chicken soup for the soul. Sometimes the cliches win, sometimes my mood does. This week the mood has been taking a victory lap. It's only Tuesday. Things that have hijacked my mood this week: -Someone responding to my text with a laughing crying emoji, because I know they weren’t laughing/crying and I thought it was patronizing. -Ice cream. Because it made fingerprints on my paperback book which I was reading in bed while eating it out of the carton, for breakfast. -The elevator for taking too long to get to my floor. -Flo in the Progressive commercial. Just Because. -A hair on my chin for having the audacity to grow there apparently for the last six months without me noticing.
-The sleep hypnosis guy for mumbling. -Bread for having carbs. -The floor for being slippery after I spilled water on it. -An envelope for having the audacity to taste bad when I licked it. -My car tire for being low on air, TODAY of all days! (I have nothing to do today as we are in the middle of a pandemic and I am unemployed, but still it was apparently EXTREMELY inconvenient) -The word homage because I didn't know how to spell it, and then I didn't know how to say it. -My legs for not shaving themselves. -The cats...(all right I never get mad at the cats) Ridiculous, right? Absolutely. Did my anger feel ridiculous as I was experiencing it.? Absolutely not. It felt raw and encompassing and justified. I like to keep a gratitude journal (Thanks Oprah!) Some days however, when I am in an extremely pissy mood, I write down life's little irritants. Rather than reinforcing the "pesky things", it gives me perspective. It enables me to separate the things from me. (Yup, even the guy who cut me off on I95, who I cursed for hours...that's about HIM not me). Distancing myself from the "anger inducing" person, place or thing, lets me see just how small these things are in the grand scheme of life. More often than not I laugh. Laughter is the antidote to anger.
Laughter is the cure for everything.