Drama is defined an exciting, emotional or unexpected series of events or set of circumstances. Most of us know that. But there are so many of us who live it. Drama. With a capital “D”.
In any environment, whether it’s school, work, family or social, there’s always Drama. Most people keep it to themselves, handle it privately and we never know what is going on.
But then there are those who over exaggerate everything and thrive on the crisis of the minute. You know them too.
A co-worker and I once went to lunch and the entire hour was spent with me nodding my head, gasping in disbelief and eating my lunch while her food grew gelatinous as she went on and on and on about something someone had said to her–at church.
In my mind, it was nothing but to her it was fuel for the fodder as she turned the remark into betrayal, vengeance and by the end of lunch, a war.
The next day she had moved on to yet another crisis and I finally said, “You are a Drama queen. Nothing in your life is small and unimportant. Everything is of paramount, epic proportions and anything I could say about my life would pale in comparison.”
She was, for a brief second, speechless before she admitted she didn’t like Drama queens, let alone want to be one.
Most of us don’t. That’s why when people ask how I am or what’s going on, I automatically reply, “Fine.” Or “It’s going.”
For the most part, no one cares that you spent an hour rifling through clothes looking for something that fits. Or that the cat vomited on your new bedspread. Or you forgot to pay the trash bill and they haven’t picked up the stinky fish innards in two weeks. Or your car needs a $700 repair and you only have $100–to last the entire month and today’s just the 13th.
Some people create most of the Drama around them by the way they react to situations and people. Some like ingratiating themselves into other people’s Drama. Some like being instigators to create Drama in other people’s lives.
Personally, I prefer the light-hearted approach to life, where very few things are of epic proportion and if it’s not going to matter in a week, a month, a year, then it’s not worth belaboring now.
An older gentleman told me that he had spent the entire Sunday of Father’s Day moping, sulking and feeling sorry for himself that neither of his sons had called to wish him a happy day.
“I got up Monday and prayed to God for forgiveness,” he said. “I prayed that He would forgive me for wasting an entire day feeling sorry for myself instead of getting out and doing something to celebrate yet another day He had given me.”
I’m with him. I’ll take a celebration filled with laughter and gaiety over a Drama-filled moment any day. Plus, there’s usually cake involved. And who wouldn’t want that?