So, yesterday came at the end of a really bad week. In only six days, it seemed that I had fucked up everything I touched: I made a stunningly stupid mistake in chem lab, I didn’t study enough for one exam, I was spacey at work over the whole weekend (probably from staying up and studying for my other, much harder exam), screwing up several orders and forgetting to do a bunch of miscellaneous tasks, and some of my past procrastination was catching up with me at the same time.
I nearly reached my breaking point on Monday morning, after making some other silly mistake in my other part-time job and having to remake a solution. I was almost ready to cry, for I was clearly incompetent, scatterbrained, and a nuisance to others. But then, something sane inside me reminded me of the date–the time of month.
I was PMSing. :smack: Clearly what I was perceiving as a week of destruction, incompetence, and idiocy was little more than a normal week, filtered through a hormone-induced, unhappy confirmation bias.
I should have been relieved. My actual reaction?
Why didn’t I realize that? I am so fucking dumb!
Thankfully, as I compose this post, the tides have gone out, so to speak, and I am sane enough to see the humor in the situation. I don’t know if there’s a moral, though, other than that it sucks to have a human brain coupled with a human body.