Drama annoys me. And I’m not talking about your high school’s drama club, either (though most things involving high school annoy me as well). Relational drama. I try to avoid this sort of drama whenever I can, my thought being, “If it’s not on a movie screen, then I don’t need to know about it.” And sometimes not even then, depending on the movie.
Maybe that’s why I don’t like country music. Your cheating ex-girlfriend stole your pickup truck on the same day your dog died? Too much drama. No thanks.
Games (again, relational–not Monopoly) annoy me as well because they are just a way to start up some drama. And from what I’ve witnessed around me, playing games will always backfire on you.
I have a problem with lying. I do it a lot. And I do it really well. But the thing is–I never lie about important stuff. I lie about trivial, inconsequential things where there was no reason to have lied in the first place.
Example: For the job interview last week I was freakishly early because, well, that’s the sort of person I am. I stopped at a department store next door to browse and waste fifteen minutes. The closest thing to the door was a watch section (I just lied, because it wasn’t the closest thing–makeup was. Why did I say that?) and so I looked through the cases of watches. A salesman approached me and asked if I was shopping for anything in particular.
Me: “I want to get my boyfriend a watch.”
Guy: “Formal or casual?”
Me: “Something that could be both. What would you recommend?”
The poor salesguy spends the next fifteen minutes telling me about different watches and asks me about what my boyfriend likes. I answer all his questions dutifully, but I know I need to get going to my interview now.
Me: “Thank you for your help. I have a lot to think about now.”
And I leave. He was disappointed, but come on! No boyfriend, real or imaginary, is worth the $1100 they were asking for that watch.
So why am I talking about drama and lying? A coworker is going through the beginning stages of a divorce with her husband. It’s messy and he’s stalkerish. She didn’t want to talk to him or for him to even know she was at work and so I answered and had a five minute conversation with him wherein everything out of my mouth was a complete lie. He was none the wiser.
My roommate, Tim, says it jokingly (I think), but sometimes I have to wonder… Maybe I am a bad person.