Too Much Time, Too Little TMI

For those of you blinking at your Readers wondering if this is a bot-generated post since I never manage to find time to write two times in a week (without being seriously depressed anyway) – I’m just practicing for when I don’t have a job ok :) Moving on, I know I’ve conveniently ignored TMI Thursdays for a while now, so here’s 4 weeks’ worth (warning: will scar you for life) (plus also, you’re welcome):

Closure. Everyone wants it. But how do you get it? Well I thought the following would achieve it:

• Call Vodafone and get them to block person’s number. Delete number and texts from the number. Then, just to be on the safer side, get a new number :P
• Delete all chats, emails, and notifications to and from the person. On all your email addresses and messenger lists. Of which, btw, I have many.
• Set up an email filter to send all the person’s emails to spam, set spam filters to auto-delete.

… And I realize now that it should’ve stopped with just 3 steps, but back then, what I also did was delete my Google account, blog included. So there I am a year ago, all closured out; except for one teeny tiny little HUGE problem. My PMS alerts go to that inbox. And why do I need to know if I’m PMS’ing? I mean it’s not like I need to time when I’m getting laid so I don’t lay my own. Because I’m not getting any. So isn’t it enough to look down every so often and go “Oh, right, hi?” Fair point, but… no. Just no.

See, I need to know if I’m being irrational of my own accord or if it’s some greater power driving the irrationality. I need to realize I’m going to be majorly pissed off at everything so I know I don’t REALLY mean it. My PMS alerts put my life in perspective. Without them, I’m just crabby all MONTH around.

Anyway, as you all know, scary story ends happily; Abhijeet rescued my Gmail account literally in the nick of time (hurray for working at Google), the closured boy was dis-closured; peace to all on Earth and suchlike. But here’s the funny part.

One. I don’t actually remember why I was pissed enough to do all this drama. All I remember from this life-changing period (no pun intended) was not knowing when I’d get it. And yes baba, I do know I can just count, but NO.

Second. My cycle’s changed since and that alert’s of no use to me whatsoever. And I know I can reset it, but mehhh. I think I get phantom PMS on that cycle, which the alert is still good for. I'm tempted to go back and count how much of this counted as TMI, but I don't think even I want to re-read this traumatic entry. So bye.