I Think I'm Going Through The Menopause

That got your attention, eh?

OK so I think I must be going through the change.  Yes, the menopause.  You know the thing middle aged women go through?  This is the only logical (or close to acceptable) reason why I would cry so much.  It takes nothing for me to get a lump in my throat, examples of this are standing ovations, adverts, books, songs, tv shows, and the list goes on.  Now, don’t get me wrong, sometimes this is completely fine, but other times it is just downright ridiculous. 

Friday night was an example of an acceptable time to cry.  I was in London for an audition on Thursday and since we were there (my flatmate Fiona came with me) we decided to go see a show on Friday before returning to Glasgow.  What to see?  The choices were endless but nothing was taking our fancy so we picked a new musical which neither of us new about, Love Story.  Now, we didn’t know it was a film beforehand therefore didn’t know plot or anything.  Bad decision.  Always be prepared.  90 minute show with no interval; 45 minutes of joy and hilarity, 45 minutes of heart-wrenching sorrow.  How could the writer possibly give this 25 year old leukaemia and die.  She was only just married.  They were trying for a family.  Fair enough, they told us at the beginning of the show she died, but not like that.  This was my legitimate crying time.  A good 45 minutes of cry snot. 

Now, tonight I have discovered the joys of Into the Heights, a new musical about Puerto Ricans in America.  It is amazing.  I didn’t know anything about the story but downloaded a few songs.  Already I have cried.  Some lady died, I didn’t know her, don’t know her part in the story, but sentimental old me cried.  I cried.  Then I listened to another more up-beat song came on.  An amazing bass line, a real summer song, and I got a lump in my throat I was so excited by it.  How can this happen?  Music has this weird hold over me.  No matter what is on I cannot control my emotions.

So you see this is part of the reason I think I must be going through the menopause.  No control of my emotions.  Have you ever met a woman during the menopause?  Now, apologies anyone actually going through/gone through it, but I’d rather not have prolonged periods of time with you, (unless you’re my mother reading this, because I love you lots and lots and lots) you are crazy creatures.  I don’t think I’m crazy, I just think I have the emotional side of the menopause.  Is this possible?

Oh God, another good chord progression just occurred and my stomach did a flip.  Seriously you should see the smile on my face, it’s outrageous. 

I hate to tell you this now that you have gotten this far in.  But – and I am truly sorry about this – I have nothing else to say.  I wasn’t feeling well today so stayed at home and I have only just now got bored so wrote this.  I will have a purposeful post one day.  Just keep holding out for it.  Just you wait.  It will blow your mind.  One day.