Not Your Typical Girl

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?!”
and lastly,
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.”