Lunatic

the cycle

There’s an old saying that goes something like, if you ask 7 close friends for advice, you will get 8 answers. And none will be what you end up doing.

I realized yesterday that the word lunatic has the root “luna” meaning, the moon. So, moon makes you crazy. Or more specifically, the moon makes women crazy.

It’s sort of the whole witch trials thing in that when a woman was on her period she was accused of being crazy, and the menstrual cycle is 28 days which is the same length as the lunar cycle, which is also to say that you could be perfectly aligned, womb to moon. Your menstrual to the full moon, your luteal to a waning crescent, who knows.

I haven’t written on here in a while because I’ve been busy going on 2 dates with a man then never seeing him again. I’ve been busy making vegetarian chili from scratch and then a quesadilla that was just okay. I’ve been exploring new restaurants in my neighborhood with free time I have in abundance and money that I do not. Those viral breakfast burritos were stupid but then again, any breakfast that isn’t made for you by a loved one kind of misses the mark entirely.

So maybe I can blame the impending full moon for my “acting crazy” and texting a man again when I “wasn’t supposed to”. But how can you call me crazy when he kissed me under the half moon? The moon is always there, I’m always somehow pre and post menstruating, and so what can I do.

But we can’t blame the moon. Sometimes it’s not the moon that makes us crazy, or our bodies, or our menstrual cycles, or boys. Sometimes it’s fascism. Sometimes it’s traffic. Sometimes it’s going to your high school reunion and not being even the most famous person from your grade. Sometimes we are crazy because we are told constantly that we are not.

So being a lunatic means the moon controls you and makes you insane. Maybe that means solo doesn’t mean you’re alone, it just means you shine by yourself and from within, like the sun. Maybe that’s a sentence only a lunatic would write.