I was just thinking today that nothing has been more affirming to the masculine parts of my identity as how much of a little bitch I am when I catch even the slightest of colds.
Have you considered questioning your gender? Maybe you just aren’t manly enough. If you try hard even you can be a manly little bitch while having a cold /j
Some people are just outside norms. You definitely have that main character syndrome that most men have though; can’t take something not being about you or describing you perfectly and personally as an individual for a whole five seconds without stomping your feet.
I’ve broken just about every bone in each arm and leg. I’ve seen my own blood more times than I can remember and my own bones peaking out my skin twice. Cuts, bruises and minor burns are generally ignored. One day my clumsiness will kill me, because I refuse to learn. At least I will go out proud.
But a cold will fuck me up every single time. Sometimes for days. And yes, I will whine all the time nonstop.
When you’re not trying to move the affected bone, it’s easy to forget about a break. With a cold you’re reminded with every breath, every swallow, and every time it makes you sneeze or throw a coughing fit.
I was just thinking today that nothing has been more affirming to the masculine parts of my identity as how much of a little bitch I am when I catch even the slightest of colds.
I don’t keel over to the flu. Maybe the bitch here is just you. No need to generalise.
But do you keel over to the common cold? Stay on topic!
Have you considered questioning your gender? Maybe you just aren’t manly enough. If you try hard even you can be a manly little bitch while having a cold /j
Some people are just outside norms. You definitely have that main character syndrome that most men have though; can’t take something not being about you or describing you perfectly and personally as an individual for a whole five seconds without stomping your feet.
Nice misandry. Now I know who to block
don’t leave any ass prints on the door
I’ve broken just about every bone in each arm and leg. I’ve seen my own blood more times than I can remember and my own bones peaking out my skin twice. Cuts, bruises and minor burns are generally ignored. One day my clumsiness will kill me, because I refuse to learn. At least I will go out proud.
But a cold will fuck me up every single time. Sometimes for days. And yes, I will whine all the time nonstop.
I’d rather have a broken bone once if it means I’ll never catch cold again.
Broken leg for couple of months is preferable to blocked and runny nose.
Fuck cold.
When you’re not trying to move the affected bone, it’s easy to forget about a break. With a cold you’re reminded with every breath, every swallow, and every time it makes you sneeze or throw a coughing fit.
Yep, not a fan!