the f word

I've never believed in P.M.S. I think a reasonable person would simply be peeved that for the next 4-7 days of their life they'll have to manage a leaky faucett coming from a most inconvenient place. What evolutionary purpose would this "syndrome" serve, anyway? Be careful, fellow caveman, she's probably not ovulating because she's acting like an overly-emotional, over-eating, overly-bitchy bitch right now.

But I've come to terms with the mysterious conditions feminity affords me. I make no claims to be a p.c. feminist, I can only tell you that I deal with inexlicable boughts of..."feelings" right around the time when I evoke my inner plumber once a month.

More recently, these feelings surrounded themselves around pity for the human condition in many senses of the term.

We die. Sometimes we suffer at the hands of other humans before we do.

We feel powerless and futile. These feelings are sometimes further validated when we attempt to do something to reverse them.

More interestingly, I seem to remind myself regularly that, in the grand scheme of it all, my concerns and actions will be specks in a vast universe of time and space.

This is a fear many of us turn to religion to quell. I feel I am past the point that will do much to help me. The church and the faithful were upset when Copernicus told them the heavens did not revolve around the earth, but their outrage did nothing to change that fact. 

This may be what happens when a mind that is used to being shoved with academic material is suddenly starved of focused assignments and reading.  This may be the kind of thinking that drove me to include "insignificant" portion of this blog's name.

It's just important to take stock of these feelings. I don't care how they come about, and it's a little weird when they do wrap me in their funk. I just feel a little more human when they do.