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Case ([personal profile] case) wrote in [community profile] fandomsecrets2016-05-14 03:55 pm

[ SECRET POST #3419 ]


⌈ Secret Post #3419 ⌋

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[Shingeki no Kyojin]


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["Seitenkango, Shinyuu to" by Eroe]
















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Re: Confession Thread

[personal profile] skeletal_history 2016-05-14 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
I had PMS yesterday and didn't know it at the time. It made me treat my coworkers rudely, which ordinarily I never do even when they do something offensive, and I ordinarily would be feeling really guilty now for my behavior. But I'm not, and that's weird. Instead I feel like the PMS might have been like liquid dishsoap cutting through the thick greasy layer of patience and compassion that form a film on my vision when I look at people, and now I see how obnoxious and worthy of disdain people really are.

I mean, that's probably still the PMS talking, but it sure does seem real.

I keep replaying the situation and thinking of what I could have said to make it more satisfying, and "satisfying" here means "more negative and this time, explicitly insulting." In fact, I caught myself regretting being nice to one of the "offending" coworkers at the end of the day in the parking lot and wishing I had been more rude and hurtful. I even thought, "Shit, I wish I hadn't wished him a good weekend." Like......girl...

WTF, this is completely unlike me!