Feminine Freak Out

Today I definitely had a Feminine Freak Out. Allow me to explain.

Today was DEFINITELY a typical Monday. Not only does it just suck because it is a Monday, but God decided to really test me today. I wish I could say I was the picture of cool, calm and collected, but I was anything but. To begin with, I woke up this morning and my shoulder was killing me. I had some moles taken off awhile ago, and the scar is right on my shoulder blade, specifically the part that moves ALL the time, no matter how little you try to move your arm (that probably makes no sense to anyone but me, but I don’t care). Normally, it doesn't bother me at all, but for whatever reason today, it was insane. And lucky me, its on my right shoulder blade, the same hand I write with. I'm tellin' ya, it just wasn't my day. Then, my sinuses decided to be mean and get all stuffy and snotty. Being the winner that I am, I can’t blow my nose (don’t ask, I’m a freak), so I had to dope up on some drugs before class just to make it through. Thankfully, the drugs helped and some of the sinus pressure stayed away.

Then, I got to school. I went to check my mailbox at school and got the most uncool letter ever. My stupid Phonetics teacher completely ruined my day. Turned out to be much less that I thought it would be, but still… it sucked and I was on the verge of a breakdown. Thankfully I held it together and told myself I could cry after I got home. I’m not a fan of breaking down in public.

Next up, Anatomy. My lovely teacher decided to give us a “surprise test of knowledge” and proceeded with a quiz of 7 questions… all matching items on this crazy chart. I’m pretty sure I failed.

Then, I got to my car. My back driver side tire was VERY low. I know this probably seems like a minor thing (and I recognize that in the grand scheme of things, it totally is) but I was already having a crappy day and it just sent me over the edge. Being the spoiled city girl that I am, I don’t have the foggiest clue as to how to change a tire, and was worried about driving on it at it was. My Dad knew better than to teach us. ;) (Besides, that's what being Daddy's little girl is all about ;).) So, I called my parents. Like 10 times each. Nada. It should be noted that any other day, they both would have called me or texted within 5 minutes of being out of class. Of course, not today. So, I decided to drive to Firestone and hope someone called me back to see what I should do. Finally, my mom called me back. By this point, the tears were threatening. As I tried to ask her to meet me at Firestone, I sortof lost it. Then, my dad called me back. He said to let him know what they found out and call him with a price before they did anything.

My mom met me at Firestone after work and I had crossed my fingers that the tire could just be patched and I wouldn’t have to get a brand new tire. You guessed it, the tire couldn’t be patched (the nail was too close to the “sidewall”, whatever that means). $170 bucks. Thankfully, when I called my dad to tell him about the price, he immediately said “put it on my credit card; you’ve gotta have a tire”. Thank goodness! And I know that sounds petty, but it stresses me out to have to spend a big amount of money when I have other stuff I have to pay for, and no job. I could have done it, but it would have been cutting it close, so he paid for it. (I realize how lucky I’ve been, and still am. My parents pay for practically everything and give me so much a month for bills and such). They both realized that I wasn’t in as easy as a position to pay as they are, so they are always more than happy to help me out (I’ve yet to hear a single complaint).

It definitely didn't help that I talked to one of my "friends", told him the situation and he never even offered to give me a ride should I need one. And when we talked later, he said "is a flat tire really THAT big of a deal?". Of course it's not, Captain Obvious. And yes, the sun will still shine tomorrow. It still makes me angry thinking about it. It would have been different had he been doing something, but he was sitting at home in the same town and was completely critical and never even offered to help.

By now, its 6:45 and they had to go to another location in town to get the right sized tire. My mom had been waiting with me, partly to convince me not to jump off the ledge, partly to see if I would need a ride back home should my car have to stay overnight. So, we went to Fazoli’s for dinner. By the time dinner was over, my car was ready to go.

By now, its 7:25 and I haven’t been home since like 10 AM. Poor Sadiekins. Thankfully, after her ears warmed up and she enjoyed a few (or 10) oinkies, she was ready to let me love on her. But, she wasn’t happy with me at first. Heaven forbid she be outside for more than 2 minutes for a potty break.

I know this all sounds so stupid, but it sucked. Crying is often my outlet (and I’m a huge emotional baby 99% of the time).

I think now that the day is over and everything seems to be bearable, I realize again how amazingly blessed I am. Sure, I had a bad day. But honestly, it’s not the end of the world. It felt like it, but it could be SOOOO much worse. My wonderful parents bailed me out again and were more than happy to do it. My sister listened to me cry about my Phonetics teacher and was more than glad (“Em, she’s retarded. It’s okay).

And I am completely aware of the fact that crying did absolutely NOTHING for my situation. It didn’t solve a single problem. But, it helped. I was on the verge of tears since I got the Phonetics letter, but held it together as long as I could, even after the “surprise test of knowledge” in Anatomy that I’m pretty sure I completely screwed up. Like I said, the tire was just what made me lose it. I was so so frustrated.

What I mean by Feminine Freak Out is a situation where there you feel the need to give no further explanation for why you are upset about something completely ridiculous and stupid other than I AM A GIRL AND THIS IS HOW I AM AND YOU BEST JUST SHUT UP ABOUT IT ALREADY.

Now, a Feminine Freak Out is not to be confused with ya know, generally psycho girl with issues.

Have no doubt, there will be many more Feminine Freak Outs in the coming years. It's me. Take it or leave it.

And before you ask, no, it is NOT that time of the month. Here’s to a better Tuesday. Life goes on.

And now, for some comedic relief.