Sooo period story? (Please, I am a girl, also in agony)
ok so like 5 days later i’m finally ok with telling this story.
so i got up on monday and went for a jog (I do everyday).
I got up and no period, right? ok, w/e. I drive to the park and start running. Half way through the jog I feel the cold cold sensation in my nether regions, (and you know its period because its cold) going all the way down my pants. Its pouring. I’m like a few miles away from my car, in the middle of the park, and its uh.... gushing. So i’m like “fuck fuck FUCK” in my head. I turn around and try to run back, but running just squeezes it out faster. I’m literally like a ketchup bottle at this point.
I tunnel visioned my way back, not caring whether people were staring at me as I was cursing and sprinting back to my car. I’m pretty sure my period was starting to soak through my running tights. So i finally get into my car and sit down and theres a “squish” when i sit down in my seat and I just wanted to die right then and there. I sat in my own feminine filth and booked it home.
On the road back to my house, I was stuck behind a truck going 25 in a fucking 50. This is a normal occurrence here in bubble fuck, but my patience was wearing thin as I felt my humanity slip away. But this fucker had a toe hitch with a bale of hay on the back of it. Now I get real bad allergies. So of course, I’m stuck behind this guy, he’s taking his merry-fucking-time, hay flying off in every which direction, while I’m getting crotch rot and fucking gangrene in the menstrual battlefield of my pelvic region. Of course, I start sneezing like crazy. What happens when you sneeze and you’re on your period? Well, for the uninitiated, try pulling the trigger on a gun. That’s what happened. More and more, ahem, stuff, came out, violently. And I’m stuck behind him as he slowly and leisurely rolls along this road, because we all are on his fucking schedule, as he litters the air with the hay that is currently making me ruin my pants and, quite frankly, any scraps of remaining dignity I had once had.
After what seemed like an ETERNITY, I finally arrived for the turn to my house. Of course, at this point, I’m period angry and roadrage angry, which means I am yelling in my car, flipping this guy off, and doing just about anything that would make me feel better about my situation without actually confronting him. I saw at least two other people in cars driving in the opposite direction look at me with a “what the fuck is wrong with her” face.
So yea, this is written very choppily because I am still salty about that and I hope you can laugh at it.