*does estrogen make you lose your mind?

the woes of being a man. . . in a female dominated profession . . . no, but wait, seriously . . . does it make you lose your mind? seriously?

ive always considered myself an observant fellow. . . maybe its the artistic side of my brain that just notices the little details or my medical side that thinks everything is caused by something else. maybe its just my ADD. whatever the case may be, im beginning to notice a trend (and by trend i mean its always been prrrretty blatantly apparent)

this trend. . . is that women are crazy. now now . . . i know this is a crazy thought that has never been uttered before *cough*imgoingcrazy*cough*crazy/beautiful*cough*crazybitch*cough* but someone had to say it. now before you bitches go gettin all crazy on me. . . i have a few theories on the situation.

theory #1: (most unlikely) women are all strange parasitic creatures from another dimension that feed on happy and logic much like a vampire but replace the blood thing with emotions and fangs with icy cold death stares and spitefully sharp tongues.

theory #2: (little more possible but still really unlikely) periods are sanity leaking out. (GROSS, i know) it takes a month to recharge. . . but alas to no avail. . . because the cycle just starts over so optimum sanity levels are never fully reached.

theory #3: (still rather unlikely. . . but maybe. . .) women can OD on estrogen. hear me out. haha. little girls are almost always super sweet when they are little right? cookies, sun dresses, dolls. . . cute right? then puberty hits, BAM, mean girl. she starts hanging out with other girls, BAM!, mean mean girl. grew up and got jobs with more women, BAM!, meaner mean girl. have sex, BAM!, less of mean girl. get older, less/no sex, lots'o'exposure to estrogen for years and years from self and surrounding women, BAM!, the ice queen super crazy bitch. . . menopause, BAM!, Betty White! and who doesnt love Betty frickin White!?

just saying. . . let it stew in the noggin for a bit, salt and pepper it. . . taste it again. . . let it marinade over night. . . oh yea thats what i thought.




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