Be Were Bear

I'm a huge fan of paranormal stories. I'm not really into ghosts, future or past travel, or aliens. Vampires? Sometimes. But what I really enjoy reading is a book with any type of 'were' in it.

Last year, Steve had a good laugh when I read about my first werebear. I've read about so many at this point, I can hardly recall what was so funny about it in the first place. Familiarity may, or may not breed contempt, but it certainly builds credence. I've read stories about werewolves, werecougars, werelions, werehyenas, werebears, and once, even about a wearbunny - but that was a spoof.

Steve and I were talking about the problems I've been having with mercurial mood and hormonal swings. I hate the loss of control and my own reactions during these unexpected outbreaks. I am comforted by the fact that I understand what causes them and eventually they will go away. I am also blessed with a husband that understands and knows how to correctly handle the situations when they arrive - duck and run for cover!

This man, who has never caught a hint in his life, doesn't have a clue about most relationship nuances, and can be plain blind and deaf to situational strife, has shown a startling ability to identify one of my mood swings from the onset -- often before I am even aware I'm headed into the danger zone. All he has to do is look at me.

That's when it dawned on me, my 'were' must be coming out.

This photo was taken at the onslaught of an 'episode'.

As soon as we started joking about my 'were' abilities, I could clearly see it. I struggle constantly to present a calm and competent persona to the world, to my family. But lately, I seem to have no off switch. Any emotion or reaction (anger, resentment, concern, etc.) comes out of nowhere and rips through my skin until I feel like a belligerent bear.

Thankfully, the episodes don't last long, although they do commonly include a bit of mauling of the unwary - just until the bodies stop fighting and remain still. After which, I am left feeling remorseful and pained by my actions.

So, I'd like to take this opportunity to forewarn you. Should you be in my company (let's say any time in the next five years), and notice Steve tripping over furniture as he runs away for no apparent reason . . . I suggest you race after him. Because you know what they say, "You don't have to out race the bear, just the person in front of you."