Hi, my name is Tammy and I am emotionally unstable. I guess it all started when I was in my mother’s womb and a penis never grew. Yes, I was born with a beautifully symmetrical vagina and with that appendage – or lack thereof – comes the burden of being emotional even when the tides call for logic and rational thinking. Of course I see that it is almost a little bit of a cop-out to blame being a fruitloop on my womanhood but, according to the current standards of society, women are crazy.

The levels of crazy vary. I mean, just by the fact that we can cry at the drop of a hat will encourage the crazy label. But there are chicks out there sabotaging the condom and hacking into email accounts all over the place. That is an entirely different wasp nest that I am not going to go around punching anytime soon. The fact of the matter is that emotions worn on one’s sleeve will give the illusion of instability. Men are no different… they just keep theirs in their pocket.

I have this saying that basically says to never underestimate the power apathy. I have a dude right now who has asked me out on like 12 dates, and only because I forget to get back to him. I am not intentionally ignoring him – I have just been busy. He is a nice guy and I enjoyed his company when I had a drink with him, but I have just been a little preoccupied with the peaks and troughs of life. Woah! I literally just got another message from him right now. “May I cook dinner for you tonight?” it says. See what I mean? I haven’t even replied to his message before that. His eagerness is not off-putting – I know how he feels. But if he suddenly disappeared I would more than likely be hitting him in a few days with a message going, “So about that dinner…”

Now, if I forget to reply to this message because I got sidetracked with yet another all-consuming incident, which has been the case over the last few weeks, and he then sends me a follow-up message that goes something along the lines of “Why are you ignoring me?”, it would almost be too easier to brand him as unstable or psycho than to just admit that I have been a bit of a dick and haven’t met him halfway. Sure, maybe I’m just not that interested but I hardly know the guy so that is hardly a fair judgement call. But he won’t do that and that is where us and dudes differ.

Listen, I am aware that there are a good few chicks out there who have their emotions on lock and in military precision, and I stand in awe. I think about some of the girls I have in my own group of friends who are bobbing along without a care in the world, but then their emotions show their ugly heads under different circumstances. Maybe not over matters of the heart, but they usually have body dysmorphia or disconnected family relationships. We all have our cross to bear.

So, as I work with some kind of emotional spirit level (I don’t recommend alcohol), and weed out the weakness and attempt to pull a veil over my emotions, I think it is important to remember that, in life, there is no right and wrong – there is only the what is and what isn’t. The real and the illusion that stems from expectation. Behind every crazy, emotionally unstable girl is a man with some crazy in the stables.