Have you ever wondered what some of the reasons are for my mood swings, emotional, irratic, or outlandish actions? Well I can sight several sources that may or may not surprise you.

First are foremost, Male-pms is a prime example, and you can read up on this in a different post.

Secondly, the uninclusiveness that I experiences as a result as being a cold and frigid person. Notably at my university, where I seem to be left out everything; no joke! What kinds of things? Well firstly, my colleagues tend to disregard me as someone who just “is” and use me only when it tickles their fancy. Secondly the graduating class, who completely shafted me for being in a recital to help my good friends. Thirdly by the Music department who cite inclusiveness, but have uninvited me from the music grad banquet.

How do you think one feels after not being able to go to two grad banquets, and feel like they are a complete alien to the university? Had I ran and won valedictorian, I would have created an outlandish “Fuck you” to everyone who’s been uninclusive. Obviously it’s high time that I get a backbone, and start to tell people to fuck off on a general basis. I am sick of being trampled all over. In addition to this, being a little more selfish might help me; since it seems to get other people going.

Needless to say my vote for valedictorian will go either as a blank, or for the lesser of all evils; whichever they may be. I will count how many wrongs each have done against me, and the resulting finalst will win my vote; it’s the only fair way that I can rationalise the voting procedure.

What else on elections? I’m half-heartedly deciding to run for Life Class, but I have no idea what it is. It’s bascially a last ditch effort to be “chosen” to do something, since this university has shafted me time, and time again. The only thing left for me to do is graduate, but even that will go without me being noticed.

Here’s a message for the people who don’t read this, or don’t even know it exists:

Try including people a little more often into your damn cliques, so that they won’t one day come back to shoot you all like in the horror stories you hear about all too often in the news…

Just saying, is all.

So for all those that ever doubted that there is such thing as Male PMS please consult other sources that may be of some assitance to you. I will provide you with an article written by Sam Fields regarding this phenomenon. It’s true that men don’t go through the certain aspects of women’s reproductive cycle such as forms of excretions, but if I have to hear one more woman rant off about how men don’t stuff from hormonal imbalances, I’m actually going to physically attack them.

Men, as women, have hormonal balances and often the balances are wack, resulting in irritability, mood swings, stomach cramps, and hot/cold flashes. There is nothing wrong with this, as it’s all the natural process of humans. I will conceed that in fact it’s probably not as painful as vaginal cramps, the suffrage that I endure ever three-to-four weeks is enough to drive the people around me, crazy, and for me to sink into emotional rollercoaster moments.

Male PMS does exist, and get over it girls. I never compared my non-existant vagina with you, nor will I ever, because I clearly stated stomach cramps. Apart from that, this is the end of my rant; although there are a few tangents to be taken from this period of emotional instability.

Firstly, I have been made known some information that frankly I didn’t want to know, and it has appeared to make me more bitter, and resentful towards humanity. Is it really necessary to flaunt certain aspects of one’s personal life in public, especially to whom one knows it bothers. I don’t want to know that one of my best friends recently entered a relationship, because it’s hurtful. Left-right-and-center people are happy, and it makes me bitter and jealous. Sure I should be happy for this said friend, but our relationship is far too complex for me to be able to just be happy for their happiness.

In addition, this homonal imbalance has triggered a return of the anti-man campaign that I seem to wage every few weeks. What will fix this problem – castration! Yes that’s right, watch out, because I’m going to be coming at you with metaphorical machetti’s to emasculate you all; no jokes! There is nothing more pleasing to me mind, than thinking that there is some way to rock someone to the core, specifically a group of people that are completely distant and impossible emotionally. As the queen of hearts said; cut off their heads, but subsitute heads for other reproductive organs, please.

Also, shoutout to Hei∂ar, my super-duper-old Icelandic friend, with whom I’ve been IRC buddies since the beginning of time, aka the emergence of the internet for me; circa 1998. That makes it a decade, mate, rock-on!

On a happier note, Melodifestivalen comes tonight and it’s seemingly going to be good; let’s hope it’s not so dismal as last week’s pathetic attempt at music.

Before you get your knickers in a knot, all the females that are reading this do not take offense to the fact that I’m talking about PMS that affects men. It’s true that men don’t have the horrible things that one calls menstration, but hormones are things that affect all people, male or female.

And so I come to the first day of my monthly Male PMS which I’ve had since I can remember. It usually lasts about three to four days and it happens on a three week cycle I reckon; but in any case it started on Saturday and it was sparked upon weaking up.

I woke up and went to tennis training, came back during the Terry Fox Run, and as a result I felt like shit. Why you ask? Because people were running without shirts, and despite my alright body, it makes me feel self-consious and curse those that passed me. So I walked to Sassy’s and got some binge food to binge on because I felt emo.

The emoness comes with the hormonal imbalance, and I swear… despite my massive lack of testosterone, I sure do have a shitload of hormones flowing through my body. Mood swings quicker than Maritime-weather, that’s pretty damned fast for those non-maritimers, and all around emo-ness. It’s just a recepie for disaster.

In any case the day will move on, and I feel the cramps and the aching already; doesn’t it remind you of female PMS, minus the bleeding? I know it’s eerie, but seroiusly, I get cramps, and emo, and emotional, and bitchy, and hormonal.

Watch out, the bitch is on the loose…