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Day Three Hundred and Fifty-Three:  Sometimes a Girl Needs a Half

Sex and the City has taught me…well, has guided me through lots of things, and there is an episode where Carrie talks about just needing a half sometimes.  A point-five that makes or breaks it.  For me, that comes in many ways.  Sometimes it is that point-five of an hour laying in bed in the morning in order to not feel super groggy.  Sometimes its point-five percent on a grade that breaks the Dean’s list.  Sometimes it can be half a glass of apple juice, which I associate with relaxation (believe it or not) and if I’m mucking about campus and need to slow down I find apple juice and it seems the same here, I’ve become accustomed to that taste.  Sometimes a girl can get away with a half and to that fact I am eternally grateful.

Well, that’s a hyperbole, I guess not eternally, but that extra half sometimes makes or breaks my mood.  There was this tshirt when we went to Disneyworld for the first time when I was twelve that had Tinkerbell (my favourite) and it said “Little package and big mood swings” and my dad wanted me to get it.  I didn’t understand why then, but now in hindsight I can feel the effects of mood swings from the people around me and I am fully aware of them within myself.  Sometimes it is uncontrollable, and sometimes, like today even when I am on holiday, the difference between a good mood and a sulky one can be as simple as half of a sandwich or a glass of milk:  strangely enough mood swings are broken for me by protein.  Those halves during the moments that get me make al of the difference, and my friends and family now they ARE eternally grateful.  I can get quite grumpy, “hangry” as my dad calls it.

So I tend to really try to check in during the holidays as I am off of my own personal eating schedule and am on my family’s, and sometimes I find myself searching the fridge for a little bit of cheese or yogurt so that I don’t snap at everyone.  There come times though where I think it would just be best to be alone.  Sometimes I think that in order to recharge and avoid mood swings altogether I would need to spend a good amount of time alone.  I’m never going to be able to get married I can hardly have a sleep over without getting anxious about not having alone time for the eight hours I share a bed with someone.  Can you imagine me sharing a bed with someone for the rest of my life?

Half a bed, hah.  Now there’s an instance where sometimes a girl needs a WHOLE…bed.

Needless to say sometimes a girl just doesn’t know what she needs, and that’s alright.  I get frustrated with people who never ask for advice or help, because that’s where your best bet is when needing other opinions.  I didn’t understand why I was so grumpy before realising it was because of what I was eating and now I am so much more happy and well healthy, and it is all for the better.  If you need a half, go out and find it.

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