men, PSYCH!
Every time I’m on my period, my reproductive system takes advantage and goes into retaliation. The whole camp plays a role; with the uterus as the leader (and main offender), the back-up troops, ovaries and fallopian tubes, are not far behind in doing whatever it is in their power to make my 5-7 days as miserable and uncomfortable as possible. It’s a red flag, indeed; they’re upset with me.
Not once, have I ever given them the chance to produce a zygote - or even the temptation of the “false alarm” - making their job and entire existence completely pointless. Because work at the egg machine factory is grueling and never ending; whether it’s producing, exporting, or transporting, everyone does their assigned duty, over and over again. I just never hold up my end of the bargain. It’s as if I’m playing with the perfect pitcher, only to hit foul balls at every big game.
They deserve some retribution, I guess, and never fail to remind me, by yelling, “Feel our wrath, bitch!” and giving me a kick in the pants, literally. I can just picture Lumiere singing, “Ten years we’ve been rusting / Needing so much more than dusting / Needing exercise, a change to use our skills!”
I’m only 21 years old, and honestly nowhere near eager or desperate to have a baby. I’m just saying - or not saying.
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12/24 - GCF : 12 - reduced to lowest terms - ½
It’s halftime, motherfuckers