Periods

Menstruation: the periodic discharge of blood and mucosal tissue from the uterus, occurring approximately monthly from puberty to menopause in non-pregnant women and females of other primate species

Periods. A woman's (and men's, depending on who they hang out with) nightmare. For around three-five days every month blood exits a woman's body causing side effects such as cramps, hormonal problems, bloating and the constant smell of fish. Not to mention that there is the part where you are uncomfortable when blood drips out of your hole before it is caught on some uncomfortable tube wrapped in some sort of cloth where it gets shoved into their vagina, or the diaper like thing that gets attached awkwardly to their underwear.

This is a topic that has annoyed me greatly for many years. A woman's menstrual cycle. Everybody and their dog knows that every month for the age of about 11 to a certain age, once a month for about a week, a woman's body goes through the process of disposing the blood lining of her uterus when an egg has not been fertilized. It is a natural process that we women cannot stop. But the yet, the first time I ever heard it being spoken about was in sex ed in year 7. Isn't this something I should have been warned about before it happened? My own mother never talked to me about it until necessary, but when men talk, in great detail, about 'hitting that', or whatever other degrading way of putting it, it is fine.

Why is it that women have to stop themselves from telling someone the reason they are moody once a month, or why they have cramps, or why they can't go swimming, or why they just want to stay home and do nothing all day. Why is this?

Menstrual taboo is (obviously) when people refuse to talk about anything concerned with menstruation. And I do understand how in some societies this is considered 'unclean' and I can respect that. Some figure it is too embarrassing to talk about. I can respect that too. But how is it that if we even hint about it being 'that time of month' we are instantly shut down?

It is found that nearly all girls believe that they should not talk about their menstruation with boys, even their fathers. Why is this? When has it become normal to refuse to talk to anyone about the going ons of our own bodies? When has it become so taboo that instead of just asking someone in the family to buy pads or tampons (or 'feminine products' to not offend the male readers) women have to go out, while in pain, pretending that blood is not currently flowing out of their vagina, only to buy a two boxes of pads/tampons.

I find it so annoying how men find it disturbing that women can talk about their periods so freely within each other, but yet they seem to find it fine to talk about their many sexual conquests and how they can just scratch their balls in public. No, just no.

I find it such a double standard where men seem to talk about anything they want, what they did, who they did and where they did it, but we, as women, have been metaphorically backhanded when we talk about that time of month where we just want to sit at home, eating fatty food, with a some crappy show on the TV. No matter what you think, THIS IS NOT A HAPPY TIME FOR US. Sure it gives us an excuse for the fatty foods and watching those movies you secretly want to watch but fear you would get ridiculed if you did, but with the consequences of having this dreaded week (tiny pitchforks continuously stabbing at your stomach, hormones on crack, being a balloon in a fish market, and don't forget about the fact that there is a possibility of your own blood seeping through your clothes) can you really blame us?

So next time you want to pour your insignificant problems like your boss yelling at you for "no apparent reason" (hint: if he/she is yelling at your there probably is a reason) or the traffic you had to go through just to get somewhere, think about the fact that each month our own bodies HATE us.

And no, I refuse to be sorry if I complain to my friends about the dreaded time of month that constantly threatens to torture me.

So yes. I am a woman. And I refuse to let it be a secret. For around five days each month, I bleed from my vagina. And there is nothing anyone can do about it. So shut the hell up.

Facebook

Facebook. I'm sure you have an account. Facebook is a social network brought to us by Mark Zuckerberg in February 2004. It is said that there is over 900 million active users on Facebook since May 2012. I do not understand the reason of each person to have one, but I would be a hypocrite if I said that it was a complete waste of time, as I too have an account. However, I made my account on the need to keep in contact with the people I have met over the years that live in different parts of the world. It is supposed to be a way we are able to connect and interact with people through the internet.

It is a very complicated website. I can honestly say that within the 200+ friends on Facebook I talk to about 30 of them on a regular basis. And if that isn't saying something I don't know what is. It is just clogging up my news feed with people I no longer talk to. But yet, there is something about it, I cannot delete any of these people, as I have the constant thought that I may (for whatever reason) talk to them again. But that is highly unlikely, but there they are.

Apparently, with Facebook came the incessant need to post revealing pictures of themselves with captions such as 'ew, I look so ugly'. And vague statuses saying 'I can't believe it' and then when someone asks why, they reply saying something along the lines of, 'I don't want to talk about it'. When did people on Facebook seem to think that it was a good idea to do this? I never understood it.

When you go to post pictures on Facebook can you honestly say you didn't look through them all before picking the best one, so why do you need to bring attention to yourself by saying you think you look ugly. You are fishing for compliments. And it is not sexy, at all.

And if you post those stupid vague statuses about heartbreak and how sad you are, you better believe that there is someone in your long list of friends that will ask you what is wrong. This has happened to me so many times that if I see you posting something about your problems in a vague manner, then you can bet your life that I will scroll past it. My gosh, can you stop bringing extra drama to the table, I have my own stuff to worry about. This is a conversation that I have grown accustomed to over the past few years:
Friend's status:I can't believe you would do something like that
Me: What's wrong?
Friend: I don't want to talk about it
Me: Okay, well if you ever want to talk, I'm here
Friend: You're such a good friend _____, unlike HIM
Me: Him?
Friend:I don't want to talk about it
IF YOU DIDN'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT WHY DID YOU MAKE A FREAKING STATUS??? It is so frustrating when that happens, and I simply cannot express how much I want to hurt someone whenever I see something like this.

Another thing that irritates me so much on Facebook are those pictures, you know the ones.
"If you scroll past this, you don't have a heart"
"1 like = 1 prayer"
"Like if you would let Jesus into your home"
Yeah, those ones. I think this is actually one of the more irritating things on this website. Just because I don't like a picture doesn't mean that I don't care. But what the hell is going to happen to whatever if I just 'like' a picture? NOTHING, that's what. *GASP* You didn't know that? Well, I am sorry. And just because I don't like something, that doesn't mean I don't want to do something about it, but it means that I am literally thousands of miles away from something that I cannot change or do anything about.

And then of course, those stupid pages. At first it was a way to find out a persons interests. What bands/TV shows/music they like etc. But with time came more pages that are not needed. I have seen them, you have seen them. It happens to all of us. You just can't help but press that like button if it relates to you in any way, shape or form.

But seriously, what happened to this website?

Sorry for the super long rant today, but this just had to be said

Apologising

apologise: to offer an apology  or excuse for some fault, insult, failure,or injury: He apologized for accusing her falsely.

The need to apologise to someone when we do something wrong is something we deal with everyday, but does that mean that people have to say it every single time.

sorry: feeling regret, compunction, sympathy, pity, etc

When one apologises for something they did wrong, that is fine. However, when one apologises continuously, that may be a problem. No, not may be. It is a problem. At least for me it is. We get it, you're sorry, can you stop bringing it up? In fact, if you continuously say sorry, you are bringing up your mistakes over and over again and it makes it so much harder not to just punch you for whatever you did. It doesn't matter how small it is.

Or how about when someone apologises for something that wasn't their fault. I actually think this is worse, because when someone, or a bunch of people say sorry for something that they didn't do, or they didn't have control over, it just bugs me.

"My car got stolen," "Sorry dude"

"My brother got into a car accident," "I am so sorry"

And etc, etc. There are so many examples that one can use here. But for them to say sorry for something they didn't do. I don't know, but it just frustrates me to no end. I understand that you don't know what to say, but do you have to use the word 'sorry' or any form of apology? Really?

Or when they apologise and don't mean it. They are saying it because they feel like it needs to be said, or they are pressured into it, or they don't think they are wrong. If you don't think you are wrong in whatever fight we may have had, fine, I can respect that. But if you are saying sorry because you feel that it is what is best for whatever reason, then you can take that sorry and shove it up your ass. Just saying.

I believe that if you are going to apologise to someone there should be a legitimate reason as to why you are apologising, and I believe that you should mean what you say when you utter the words "I'm sorry." or any form of those words. But whatever, that's just what I think.

Now, I would say sorry for this rant, but the thing is, I'm not.

Don't judge a book by its cover

Yes, I know it is bad, but I honestly hate those people who say 'Don't judge a book by its cover'. If you say that you don't judge someone then you, my friend, are a liar.

Everyone, and yes I do mean EVERYONE judges everyone else. We look at someone and think, do you see her clothes? slut, or, that girl has to be 15 and has a baby? what was she thinking? and I know my mums favourite one, I don't like her, she dresses like a street worker, I don't want you to be like her. And yes, I do admit, I too judge people. And it is normal. So whenever someone says that they 'don't judge' I just look at them and say, "YOU LIAR" because in this world we cannot help but judge. There will always be a part in our brain constantly judging the people that you meet every single day, whether it be new friends, teachers, your boss, or that random you accidentally bump into the street. But no matter what you do, you will judge them. Don't convince yourself otherwise.

And I know it is lame (and kind of cliché) to come to this, but I do believe that some of this does come from the media. I mean think about it. Tabloids, magazines, that random person that interviews celebrities. They all ask questions, they all look at their answers in their own ways before posting it on various websites and other things and sharing it to the public where we, in turn, interpret it again, and draw our own conclusions.

So stop telling me not to 'judge a book by the cover'. I think I will judge a book by its cover, but that doesn't mean that I will stop there, I will turn to read the blurb, and, if I find you interesting enough, i will delve into the psychotic words on the page that is your life.

School - in the holidays

Now, I have no problem with school (okay, yes I do, but I understand why we need it) but to have to go to school in my holidays, that's where I draw the line.

If you have not guessed, I am currently in school, during my holidays. I apparently have to work on my major project. Something I could have done at home considering I am writing a story. But no, apparently I can't do that. It wouldn't have been too much of a problem if my other classmates were here. But they aren't. One is sick and the other isn't doing a story for his major project. Yes, there are only three people in my class including me.

My holidays were planned, wake up, read, write, write notes for trials, work on my major project, read again. But no, today my teacher decided to throw everything out the window and make us come here. Up until about an hour ago there was going to be me and another classmate, but since she is 'sick' I am stuck in the sun. Yes, you heard right, sun, we aren't in the classroom where I can work properly, but in the boiling sun. (I am a little worried that a bird will poop on me or my iPad.

If you haven't been to school during the holidays, then consider yourself lucky. Sadly, this is not the first time this has happened (the first being when I was back in NZ) but it is rather creepy. I am used to people in the classrooms and making noise and wandering around the school. But in the holidays they aren't here and it is eerily quiet. Well, usually. I'm a little glad that there is some sort of sporting event happening and some teachers are here getting ready for that, and some photography (?) students are in the classroom. But still it's awkward being the only student in my class here.

Thank god it's only for an hour

Slow People (or those who stop randomly)

Now, this topic has got to be one of the biggest things that annoy me. If you are going somewhere, go there. It does not mean that you can stop traffic by walking slowly, and yes, there are some exceptions, old people, disabled, and sometimes, crying children and their mothers.
However, other than these exceptions there are very few excuses as to why you would take forever to get somewhere.

I am sure that most of you know this scene that I am about to set out for you:
You walk down the street, your feet drumming on the pavement, you have to get to your office quickly, your boss will fire you if you are late one more time. You are nearly there, with ten minutes left to walk a five minute walk! This is beautiful. You can't believe it. The building is in your sight, however, you cannot get there. Why? A bunch of teenagers have suddenly slowed down. They all form a line, a barrier to stop you from passing and they won't let you through. Why would they do this? You have two choices:

1. You try go around them by welcoming the oncoming traffic (that's a definite no) or
2. You wait for them to walk while you slowly trudge behind them

Now, I know that some of you may not have a job (I know I don't) but if you substitute it for... oh... I don't know, getting home in time for curfew. You can see where I am getting at right?

And what is it about those people that randomly stop? If you are going to stop, can it not be towards the side where no one is walking and not in the way of where there are people who are walking? It is just so irritating.

WHY DO YOU PEOPLE NOT UNDERSTAND THIS???

I mean, I don't usually have a problem with people (well... that's semi-debatable) but when these things happen, I just want to shout at them. (I did once, but that is a different story)

I don't know if you read the whole thing or not, I don't know if it made sense, but if it did and you enjoyed it, let me know.

Thank you for letting me rant :D

Welcome

For those who know me, you will realise that I nearly everything annoys me to the point I just want to shout at everyone around. However, I think that this would be interesting to see where this goes.

In this blog, I may come around as slightly... well... bitchy, is one word, mean may be another. However, I do not mean to offend anyone that looks at these, however, if I do unintentionally do this, I give full permission to write a very detailed letter.

I do not know if these will make sense to some, but I will not go back to edit them unless there is a major mistake or I forgot to write something. So please don't bug me about spelling/grammar, I am usually good at that kind of stuff.

These are the inner workings of my mind and may shock some.

You have been warned.