Funny thing, hormones.

I felt like posting in here a few times throughout today, but never got around to publishing. The first time I was relatively normal emotionally, the next two times I was irrationally pissed off, depressed and convinced that my life had absolutely no meaning. I wrote (and then deleted) some very, um, interesting things before I realized that my mood was being governed not by forces within my control but by a surge in certain brain chemicals corresponding to the time of month.
Pay attention, any male who is reading this: PMS is not a myth! Yes, it's a stretch to say that you should acquit women of violent crimes if they were PMS-ing at the time, but it's not that much of a stretch. It's scary if you think about it: so many women (and, I'm sure, more than a few men) undergo this length of time each month when their mind completely betrays them, plunging into the depths of despair and depression at the slightest provocation. Us human beings like to think that we're special, chosen creatures. But our emotions--those complex things that seem to set us so far apart from the amoebas--are subject to hijacking by means of a chemical process that can probably be replicated in a petri dish.
So, once I realized what was happening to my brain, how did I shake it off? It's possible I did nothing, and my mind returned to normal due to a natural cycling of hormones. But I'd like to think playing loud rock music and eating chocolate helped. Now that's a cure I could get used to.