Pms done right

What is it about premenstruality that completely changes your perspective on EVERYTHING? Oh yeah, hormones. Hormones gone, dropped by the hundreds in percentage. And what is it that’s made spm hit right this time? Oh yeah, therapy. Therapy and having dedicated the last month almost exclusively to feminism. With these eyes that been through the right things and that have changed since last night from horny to rowdy, I will not hate on myself as it is customary when progesterone and estrogen leave the room. Oh no, this time my spite is directed outwards and I can’t help but see almost all men as inferior, annoying, even pathetic little creatures. Their brains so underdeveloped, their hanging appendages so important to them.

It is true though, most of them are indeed inferior, as privileges can prevent you from developing in all the ways that matter. Your life so comfortable that there is no need to look outside what you know, how then would you evolve of you’re always stuck in the same place? Sure, there’s privileges like money that will definitely forward your development, you will get more access and opportunities and in creative areas you will have the time and resources to experiment, this last one being key in why I resent rich people so much. 

In all honesty though, rich people truly suck and are disgusting. To pretend like your luck isn’t the result of a morally questionable unbalance, and not even pretend but actually believe it, reeks of ignorance. And what’s even more nauseating is they all adore each other so much, buy into their privilege cult so much, they can’t hang out with non rich people. I mean, I get it, people who can’t afford the activities you want to be doing won’t be much fun if everything you want to do demands heavy investing. And let’s be honest, life demands money, most things worth doing have a price tag, especially the time you need to do them.

But men are amazing in this sense. They could be the lowest scum, most ugly and untalented ever and they still have the confidence of a rich person. Again, disgusting, why should they. I resent them too, for living under this level of delulu self esteem, when me in all my wonderfulness, struggle with so many fears and ridiculous self importance. We would all be better off as a society if we wouldn’t be either cocky or insecure, just be without paying mind to what places we occupy in regards to others.

I’m trying to change some of these things about me, to be better suited for happiness, wisdom, adventures. But now, right now and all through this upcoming week, I’m on my spm and for once it isn’t aimed at myself but at others: men and rich people. And it feels good to resent them, think them below, know them below in the human pyramid, in a transcendental way. If your spm hits right, you let it express itself, give it creative control and run with it, and that’s what I’m doing, at least until the crying part starts.