A co-worker has up and quit. While I am not too happy about the sudden workload thrust into my lap, I am very pleased to say good-bye to all the drama that had come with her. I’ve mentioned it before and I’ll do so again, I freakin’ hate drama. I don’t know if it’s an introvert thing, or simply a lazy one, but drama just doesn’t seem worth the effort to me. To be a dramatic person, one must consume vast quantities of energy on a daily basis. How do you maintain such a thing? Don’t you ever annoy yourself?
You may think you’re not a dramatic person. In the event that you are wrong, I’m going to do a favor to all the people who know you and include several statements that, if used on a regular basis, mean you are a drama-queen.
1.) “I can’t take it anymore!”
2.) “This is the worst thing that could have happened!”
3.) “Everything in my life is so ___ (hard, terrible, messed up, blah blah blah)!”
4.) “I never thought it would be like this!”
5.) “Why, God, why?!”
6.) “Oh, what a world! What a world!”
Drama is selfish. It is focusing so totally on what’s going on in your little world that you discount anything or anyone outside of it. You know, I agree that’s it a rotten spot of luck that you were kicked out of your house. That is bad news, indeed, and I am sorry. But when you elevate it to such a level where it is the worst thing in the entire world, I have to disagree with you. I’ve had two detached retinas, which is pretty high up there in the crap factor. My dear friend Amber, has had a continual migraine for years. That’s really bad. People are robbed at gunpoint, murdered, killed in accidents, starving. I know that has nothing to do with you (“you” being dramatic people in general), but let’s try to have a little perspective, shall we? Perhaps the fact that you had to move in with a friend for a little while isn’t quite the end of the world.
Something else, sort of related, that I’ve noticed about myself: I don’t talk about my romantic feelings. I’ve had friends convinced that I didn’t really like the guy I was dating at the time because I never talked about him. With me, the amount I like a guy is indirectly proportional to how much I talk about him. Simply put: the more I like him, the less I say. When I have a slight crush, I’ll talk about him all the dang time. When I’m dating him, however, nada. I keep it to myself.
Friend: “So tell me about this guy you’re dating.”
Me: “He’s nice.”
Friend: “How so?”
Me: [Shrug.] Friend: “That’s all you got?”
Me: “His favorite color is blue. How’s that?”
And it’s not just with friends. I’ve had conversations with guys that go something like this:
Him: “I’m interested in seeing where this goes. What are you thinking?”
Me: “What was that?”
Him: “Are you looking for something long term?”
Me: “Oh. Yeah. Maybe.”
Him: “I really like you.”
Me: “I think you’re nice.”