As women, do we ovary-act?

Well, since I had a play on words on my last blog about men, I thought I would turn the tables on us girls too.  I think I’m a pretty even keeled girl, but sometimes, my mind gets the best of me.  I know that there are moments in my life when I start thinking about something and next thing you know, it’s blown way outta proportion.  

I can remember having a really bad headache and next thing you know, bam, I have a brain tumor!  Now, I know I didn’t have a tumor, but my mind runs away with my emotions at times.  Does this happen to every girl?  Is it something to do with our hormones?  Or is it because I like to over analyze things. 

I’ve learned in recent years to keep these thoughts to myself, because I don’t want to sound f in crazy.  I also don’t want to alienate the person I’m having a relationship with too.  I have been known to think my boyfriend is cheating on me because I haven’t heard from him at night.  Now, in the light of day, I know he’s not, but after a couple of glasses of mean (wine hahahah), I get all worked up in my lil noggin, and I’ve pictured myself telling him it’s over and good day sir! 

I’ve also done this with work.  I get all mad at something and I see myself saying, very dramatically, I quit!  Thank God I’ve learned to rein in these thoughts.  I love my job and I love my guy, but what is it about my mind that throws it into overdrive??  WTF??  Is it just my brain that works this way? 

I’ve learned a few things about how to manage these thoughts.  One, stay off WebMD.  Seriously, I once had a couple of days of clumsiness and being a bit off balance literally, and next thing you know, I’m researching MS.  After that little crying jag, I stopped going to that site.  When it comes to my relationships, I’ve learned not to text, call or have any contact with the person I’m upset with until the next day when I’m back to myself.  It’s interesting how these thoughts tend to come at night.  Maybe because I’m by myself and feeling insecure.  Maybe it’s because I have an over active imagination.  Maybe it’s because I drank too much!  I think it’s a combo of the three.  Maybe this blog should be titled my ovary-active imagination!  Anyone else in this same boat?

Is it the hormones, or hormans makin us crazy??

So the other night, I was getting ready to go to sleep and I thought of a phrase and thank God wrote it down cause I would have forgotten it by morning.  It was, do hormones, or hormans make women crazy?  Now, I know hormans isn’t a word, but it is now! 

Men and some women like to blame a woman’s hormones on makin her act a lil weird or crazy.  We all hear about PMS and shit and sometimes hormones are justified and sometimes they are used as a crutch for behaviour.  How about the guys role in making us crazy?? 

I once had a boyfriend years ago who was cheating on me and tried making me believe it was all in my mind!  WTF??  I knew he was cheating and it took a few weeks to get proof, but he would just tell me, “you know I love you and would never do that, quit trying to make this up”!  He was a big, fat lying bastard and I knew it.  Just had to get my proof! 

Then there are the guys who tell you one thing, like they will be home at a certain time and when they don’t come home for hours after that, with no phone call, they act like we are being unreasonable when we want to throw a book at their head! 

I also like the guys who promise to do something for you and when you ask them, they say they never said that!  Sometimes, my ex has agreed to change the kids schedule with me and when I ask him about it, he acts like we’ve never had the conversation.  Seriously, WTF???? 

There are a lot of sane, rational women out there who are driven to act crazy by the men in their lives!  We have really great memories, btw, and know what we are talking about and what was said to us!  Do you guys truly not remember having these conversations because they normally don’t include a blow job, or is there a secret conspiracy amongst men to make us crazy??  

 Do you guys sit around when they’re watching a game and discuss who made their significant other really batty?  (on a side bar here, do guys on pro football teams make up those stupid end zone dances and then bring them in for approval by the other players??  and then do they teach it in the locker room so they all know the steps?  Now that’s fuckin crazy.) 

I guess my point is, sometimes it’s the man not the mone making us act nutty!