Confirmed fears.

I MUST be PMSing. The tell-tale sign?

I went for a late lunch and wanted to pick up a homestyle salad from the little coffee shop closest to the office. When the gal at the counter told me they weren't doing salads anymore as 'lunch time' was long gone, I almost felt like crying.

How stupidly ridiculous and incredibly annoying!

=(

But, alas, a certain sign that my hormones are starting to wreak havoc in my brain yet again.

*sigh*

Maybe I should hide under the covers and hibernate until my period starts? It would probably be the best for everyone around me -- myself included.

And as for not feeling wanted...

Well... Sure, PMS may be making me blow things way out of proportion, but if I try and analyze the situation as cool-headedly as possible, I'm still left with an uncomfortable feeling of sadness in the bottom of my heart.

Under normal circumstances, it would be no problem that someone wants to do something instead of hanging out with me. In fact, yay them! It's wonderful to be close to people who have lives and aren't clingy or boring. But... given the fact that I haven't really been in the picture for almost a week, I kinda expected to be a priority.

Instead, I'm yet again upstaged by the nice and oh-so-interesting elderly neighbours.

And allow me to say they are nice and oh-so-interesting and, under normal circumstances, I'd be happy to spend an evening with them. As it is, I was kind of hoping for one-on-one reconnecting time.

I keep thinking of that novel, 'Rosemary's Baby', when Guy starts hanging out with the creepy elderly neighbours and leaving Rosemary on her own a lot. It's beyond flawed as a comparison, I know. These real-life neighbours may be elderly, but they're couldn't be further from 'creepy' and I'm pretty sure they aren't satanists trying to bring forth the antichrist. They are total sweethearts and I know it.

It' s just... I'm not even a jealous person, but I can't help but feel totally jealous of them! Is that pathetic or what? The bottomline is that ever since they entered the picture, I feel like I'm competing with them for attention. And I haven't been PMSing all the time.

And that (that whole last paragraph) is frankly depressing.