Why Do Mosquitoes Love Me? A Rant on Blood Loss & Sleepless Nights (Life Lately)

 

Mosquitoes, Periods, and the War Against My Sanity

Life lately? Annoying. Agonizing. Pure chaos. And I blame three things: mosquitoes, periods, and the unbearable heat.

It’s that time of the month when my body decides to drain itself, and as if losing blood naturally wasn’t enough, these little flying vampires have taken it upon themselves to suck the remaining drops out of me.

A Personal Blood Donation Drive (Against My Will)

I mean, seriously. Why me? What is so special about my blood that mosquitoes are choosing me over the thousands of other humans in this world? I’ve tried everything—Neem oil, cloves with lemon, camphor, incense, mosquito-repellent sprays, those plug-in vaporizers, and even manually swatting them like a crazy person. Nothing works.

And let’s talk about that infuriating sound. That high-pitched, sleep-ruining, sanity-shattering “whhhhzzzhzhzhzhhhhh” right near my ears. Why do they have to announce their arrival? Just bite and leave! But no, they need to make sure I hear them, wake up, slap the air like a lunatic, and then get bitten anyway.

The Betrayal of the Mosquito Net

You’d think a mosquito net would save me, right? Wrong. These creatures have a PhD in infiltration. No matter how securely I tuck myself in, one or two elite warriors always find their way inside. And then the real horror begins. Ever tried trapping a mosquito inside a net with you? It’s a full-blown hostage situation, except I’m the one being tortured.

I can’t even write at night anymore. Nighttime is when my mind takes deep dives into thoughts, creativity flows, and words come alive. But no. Now, every time I try to focus, some annoying mosquito squad decides it’s dinner time. They bite me, make me itch, and in return, they sing me their horrible lullabies. I didn’t sign up for this kind of soundtrack!

Mosquito Negotiations: A Lost Cause

If only I could talk to mosquitoes, my life would be so much easier:

Me: “Mr. Mosquito, please spare me tonight. I’m already losing blood naturally, you don’t need to contribute to the process.” Mosquito: “Sorry, lady, I have a family to feed.”

Like, seriously?! I wish it worked that way. But no. They don’t negotiate, they don’t care. They take, they itch, and they leave. Rude.

Oh, And Let’s Not Forget the Heat!

To add insult to injury, let’s talk about the heatwave. 37°C at noon, 26-27°C at night. It’s like nature itself has decided to turn life into a challenge. The sun blazes all day, cooking everything alive, and at night, it’s just humid enough to make sure I stay hot, sweaty, and mosquito-friendly.

And I know what you’re thinking: “Just use a fan or AC.” Oh, I do. But guess what? Mosquitoes are now fan-resistant. These little demons fly against the wind like they’re in some action movie. Nothing stops them.

Periods, Pain, and Cravings (On Top of It All)

As if blood loss and mosquito terrorism weren’t enough, let’s not forget my dear old friend, period cramps. They come knocking on my uterus like an earthquake, making sure I stay in bed, curled up, questioning my existence. And the cravings? Through the roof.

One moment, I’m dying for chocolate. The next, I need spicy chips. Then suddenly, I want to eat a full meal even though I’m not hungry. But do I even have the energy to get up and satisfy them? No, because the mosquitoes have drained my last bit of willpower.

Oh, and let’s not forget the mood swings. One minute, I’m ready to cry over a sad Instagram reel; the next, I’m cursing the mosquitoes for simply existing. It’s a rollercoaster I never signed up for.

A New Plan: Writing at Noon

Since nights are now mosquito-infested nightmares, I’ve officially shifted my writing schedule to noon. Yes, in the scorching heat. Because at least then, mosquitoes are slightly less annoying.

Picture this: It’s 37°C, I’m sweating, my laptop keyboard is hot to the touch, and I’m typing aggressively about how much I hate mosquitoes. Peak productivity.

So see you all at noon—when I’ll be roasting under the sun, annoyed, but at least not getting bitten alive.

This Too Shall Pass… Right?

I keep telling myself, this will pass. The heat will go, the mosquitoes will disappear (hopefully into hell where they belong), and my periods will end for the month. Happy days will come again, or maybe I’ll just drag them into existence.

But for now? Let me just scream into the void and continue my unwanted blood donation drive.

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Like, I’m not saying I’m the only one who’s feeling overwhelmed or the only one getting mosquito bites, but still, guys… WHY?! Why does it feel like they have a personal vendetta against me?

Tell me, have mosquitoes made your life miserable too? Or is it just me who’s their personal buffet? Drop your war stories in the comments because I know I’m not alone in this battle!