tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839097860063281306.post5228926577150876439..comments2024-02-13T00:24:19.841-08:00Comments on Scribble Chicks: Living with Estrogen (writing prompt)Erynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06203316627435574964noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839097860063281306.post-23348448261850110922013-05-01T17:42:19.552-07:002013-05-01T17:42:19.552-07:00Haha, I love your story! We will win over these st...Haha, I love your story! We will win over these stupid feelings!!Bekahhttp://www.bekahhamrickmartin.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839097860063281306.post-40325723815981615642013-04-30T19:50:32.650-07:002013-04-30T19:50:32.650-07:00This is hilarious. I love your writing style. :)
...This is hilarious. I love your writing style. :) <br />I can relate to the crying thing when "that time of the month" comes. I never cry. Ever... until the night before. That's when the waterworks start and refuse to stop. Which is fine when your at home. However...<br />We are sitting in the frozen yogurt shop thirty minutes before the weekly campus ministry meeting and my friend is telling me about how she and the guy she liked are FINALLY talking about dating. He did the most romantic thing ever last night. <br />I am the only single girl at our table... and my coffee (yes... I get coffee at the yogurt shop) is too sweet (never thought I'd say that). I waited all day for this coffee. This is tragic. <br />We get up to leave and Emily says, "I'm just so happy!" I'm suddenly ridiculously happy for her. <br />I feel the burn. My eyes water. My throat tightens. I know it's coming. I'm about to... cry. <br />I rush out of the shop. I have to make it to the car before this happens. Yep. Driving while emotionally is a great idea. My friends run after me. The car won't unlock. They catch me. <br />"Are you crying?" <br />"No. I don't..." A tear falls onto the pavement with an ungodly loud splat. "cry..." And then it happens. I'm sobbing in the parking lot. I'm not sad. I'm not happy. I'm angry, now. Because I'm crying. I hate crying. <br />I hate emotions. I hate estrogen. Ashleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15625227889880404136noreply@blogger.com