Some people spend their whole lives on the stage. Others are in the audience trying to avoid it.
You probably think that my life is all about drama. Every week I’m complaining about something so minuscule that it bothers me enough to write a whole post about it. But in reality, I don’t have much drama. My life is about the little things that make me bitter.
On the other hand, a lot of people I know have drama. Like real life, heartbreaking, face punching, cage-rattling drama. I’m sure a little bit of people’s drama comes from external forces. Something they can’t control. Somebody dies, they get hit by a lawsuit they didn’t know about, or a fast food employee includes one tiny onion on the burger they asked to not have that on the burger. Okay, that would drive me crazy too, because onions are the worst.
My theory is that some people like me deflect drama. It will come into our lives, we will deal with it, mostly internally, figure it out, write bitterly about it, and then move on. You might call me boring, but you will probably find that not a whole lot happens to me either. From the outside, many people might even see me as a completely put together and responsible person.
Then there are the drama queens, kings, princes and princesses. You know these people. You might work with them, live with them, even be married to them. No matter what kind of day, what event is happening, there is some sort of drama. It is my belief that these people find a black hole of drama and find a way to create some. If there is an absence of some, they will find it. If their lives were a romantic comedy, they would be one that had “that day.” You know where all the drama didn’t have to be found, but one that they just kept doing things to create.
They would be the roller coaster ride that had all kinds of started at the top and never stopped until they went to sleep. They would be the nonstop action movie, except that is every day of their lives. If they aren’t complaining about the things that happened yesterday, they are experiencing it today.
It’s like they have a life magnet and every good, bad, manic thing is the opposite side of the magnet.
Don’t go out there. It’s dangerous on the drama highway.
If there was a highway and it split two different ways, I would go on the relatively straight one that only deviated here and there, but I course corrected. The drama kings would take one that had no guardrails, curved, spun and the four hundred foot cliffs and when they were curvy enough would start drifting on the road just to see how close they got to the edge. They would probably fall off a lot too, then try to climb back up and get pecked by vultures. They would get sweaty, dirty, and have holes in their clothes and then they would be back to tell everyone on the other highway all about it.
Luckily, I’m over on the unbumpy highway with my headphones on, so I can’t hear them.
Always driving on the wrong side of the road.
What about you? Are you the drama king or queen? Or do you have to deal with one on the daily? Tell me all about them.
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Bitter Drama Highway Ben