Doing a lot of that today. It's supposed to be a stress reliever. Still waiting for that side effect.
Or maybe I should breathe quickly, hyper ventilate and pass out. But just before I lose consciousness I will have an ephinany and I will understand men.
Then, after I spend a week recovering from my concussion caused by my head thunking into the studio console, I will put together a business plan. I will use my newly acquired man knowledge to build an empire by helping other women figure them out.
Think about it, it would be like Mary Kay for the mind. I could share with women, who could train other women. We wouldn't be looking to get rich, our real desire would simply be teaching others. That way women might be able to have a conversation with the males in their life and not feel the need to beat their heads against a wall.
You see what I have determined recently is that men talk a great game about being "what you see is what you get" or "straight talkers" or "I have simple needs". But it's b.s.
I know what you are thinking, "Did it really take her 36 years to realize this?" No, just two months of being back in the dating realm to be reminded of it.
Now at 2 p.m. I am going to go to the place where deep breathing actually works, my gym. Perhaps I will also release all of the stress that is obviously straining against my psyche too.
Yours in (someday I hope to find some) mental health, Kate