guilt.

Women and guilt, guilt and women.  Go together like peanut butter and grape jelly.  Thelma and Louise.  Tweens and iPhones.   Anita and Miriam.   Am I the only one that has noticed that men don't seem to have these issues?  Is it genetic?  Totally perplexes me.   What's the cure, you may ask?  Well, I promise if I had the answer to THAT one I wouldn't be blogging, I'd be on a hot beach with a fruity drink somewhere faaaaar away from this joint.

You know what else perplexes me?  The objects of your guilt never seem to give a damn.  And we still feel guilt ridden.  Think about it; your kids/employers/<insert random self centered person's name here> couldn't care less if you feel guilty about anything connected to them.  In fact, they are usually more than happy to graciously allow you to wallow in your misery.

Well, I for one, am taking a vow today to stop feeling guilty.  At least for a day.  We get off on this sick and morbid fascination with playing the "martyr," and letting the entire Universe know of our suffering and what a migrane people give us.  The only person that can give me a true headache is myself.  I'm going to start acting like it and stop driving the price of Advil up.