I can remember hearing stories where a jilted girlfriend would lose her sh*t and destroy something that belonged to her ex-boyfriend. Carrie Underwood brilliantly personified this phenomenon in the song "Before He Cheats." I have to wonder if Carrie wrote that song from experience. Somehow that would give me comfort.
I used to sing that song at the top of my lungs without really embracing its meaning. That is until recently. I call those reactions "Snaps." I think menopause precipitated my "Snap." Regardless, it took me by surprise.
My "Snap" had nothing to do with a man, but the situation caused me to lose my sh*t to such an extent that I metaphorically took a Louisville slugger to both headlights, as the song said. And you can bet I slashed a hole in all four tires.
I will be the first to admit I can be impulsive, but not to this extent. It wasn't until I was talking with my friend recently that I realized that most, if not all, women have this crazy button waiting for detonation. When I say crazy, I say it with zero responsibility placed on the women.
I believe women are multi-taskers, roll with the punches, and accomplish incredible things. But there is a point when people have pushed too far that elicits a rather LARGE reaction from a gal. That is pushing the crazy button.
My advice is to the people that activate these responses from women is to RUN! A woman snapping means you have dug past the bottom of the barrel, and she is out for blood. Your safety is in your own hands.
Those who "Snap" need to get a safe distance from all offenders as you don't need to end up in jail. Your body is reacting in its most primal manner to keep your mind safe. So respect your anger and get out of there before there is a body to hide.
Long ago, when I was putting my kids in their car seats at the local mall, I looked up from my task to see a man approaching my car. I remember my body going into an extreme fear state then quickly switching to anger. I looked him in the eye and growled, "You need to move away from my car right now!"
He turned around and headed in the opposite direction.
I have no idea if he was approaching me or was parked next to me, but I was poised to detach the skin from his face if he came any closer to my kids. The "Mama Bear" stink coming off my body was potent.
"Snaps" are usually dormant like a volcano. They don't happen often, but you want to get the hell out of there when they erupt.
Have you experienced the "Snaps"?
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