Every girl has to admit that the bitchy-PMS hormones are enough to create havoc where there was peace, to create drama where there was harmony. But I contend that it also makes us hyper-sensitive to people invading our spaces, who may be up to no good.
Since my last post, there've been a number of first-date disasters. But what do I care? It's only a first date, right? I get to know people... start having a crush on them... meet them and realize they're close to 300 lbs and eat sweets but appear that they will have diabetes in the near future. Or, they are really cute, have a good job, but worship "the Universe"... instead of, say, God.
The early-morning dread when I wake up has gotten worse... but it has prompted me to pray for inner peace and comfort, and the will "not to do anything stupid".... I'm so busy I don't know when I ever had time to date!
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