My brain erases all memory of it. I forget and I'm ambushed all over again. But, like I said, I forget. And this is only one of the things I have to deal with. My new favorite chemical enemy is oxytocin .
Women produce a lot more of it than men.
Ah, the word downright hisses. But I tell you now, it's a legitimate card to play. P.M.S. is, virtually, a personality disorder. I'm baffled that more people have not been harmed. That is clearly, clearly out of my control and influenced by powerful forces.