Comments on: Because drama makes me cringe (It also gives me hives)

By: Heather B.

Heather B. — Sat, 04 Nov 2006 14:49:00 +0000

heather anne: why thank you, my dear. I just figure the less drama the better, but there's always room for some bullshit.

lisab: I know! Shocking right?!

ocg: Ha! No. More about all the crap I pull or have been pulling as of recently. But the cringing, let's just say that hindsight is always 20/20.

By: ocg

ocg — Sat, 04 Nov 2006 08:33:00 +0000

Did you write this about me?

I still cringe over the stupid things that I occasionally allow to roll out of my mouth. I mean really cringe… live and learn…

I shall swear I will not create anymore drama in my or their lives…

until the next time I do

…cringe…

By: LisaBinDaCity

LisaBinDaCity — Thu, 02 Nov 2006 16:18:00 +0000

Women and drama? Who would have thunk it

By: Heather Anne

Heather Anne — Thu, 02 Nov 2006 15:35:00 +0000

I am full off bullshit instead of wisdom too. After living this way for 27 years, I am starting to think it’s the only way to go.

Also, this post sounded wise, so maybe you have more of that than you give yourself credit for. (But don’t give up on the bullshit.)

By: Heather B.

Heather B. — Thu, 02 Nov 2006 14:20:00 +0000

abigail: It's alright, girl. Let it out. That crap makes me rage too, and it happens waaaay too often.

teacher jane: I wonder the same thing too. But I've asked the men in my life how they feel about me now and they are more than willing to tell me how dramatic I can be, but of course preface it with "No offense". Gah, Men!

sir bone: You're totally correct, the drama ebbs and flows. I'm usually over things within the hour and then groveling my way towards forgiveness. Except lately that's been happening all too much, but I'm learning.

kerrianne: Drama is inevitable, but how much is too much. I think I've gotten to that point, where I'm thinking Ok, enough of this crap. Sadly, I have to tell any of those laden with drama that I'm sick of it. I'm wondering if I should or if they will figure it out themselves.

dagny: Oh, to be young(er) again... I remember those days, everything was made into some huge deal and I thought that as we aged and matured, things would get better. Alas not.

lux lisbon: I hope I end up maturing at some point. Or maybe realizing how dramatic I can be is that first step. Who knows.

By: Lux Lisbon

Lux Lisbon — Thu, 02 Nov 2006 10:39:00 +0000

A few weekends ago I was surrounded by some drama that involved underage girls crashing a friends party, men old enough to know better, tears and vomit. I couldn’t be arsed to find out the finer details and I felt a bit more grown up for it. It’s a nice feeling to realize you actually are maturing (despite popular opinion;))

By: Dagny

Dagny — Thu, 02 Nov 2006 04:22:00 +0000

After school today I was speaking with a parent along with another teacher. The parent was overwhelmed at the cattiness of the girls this year. We told her, “It’s the age.” Every look, every small word is worthy of major drama. And it’s just going to get worse as they age. *sigh*

And I am hoping that I do not end up falling into girlgoyle’s category. Since I’m 40 and all.

By: kerrianne

kerrianne — Thu, 02 Nov 2006 02:21:00 +0000

I find self-perception versus others’ perceptions of us fascinating (and sometimes a bit scary, too). I consider myself to be mostly non-drama, but I remember having a conversation where a friend of mine said she loved hearing my “stories,” because they were always more dramatic than hers. I was all, “Wha?” And then: “Oh. Wow. Not what I was going for.” But try as we might, I’ve come to realize that a certain amount of drama is probably just inevitable. You know, until someone discovers a cure for it.

By: Bone

Bone — Wed, 01 Nov 2006 23:45:00 +0000

If I see the drama bus coming, I usually hide and come back the next day. It’s usually much better the next day, or even in a few hours.

I also sometimes try to imagine my guy friends acting like this. It’s quite humorous to think about. Heh heh. And I’m smiling now.

By: Teacher Jane

Teacher Jane — Wed, 01 Nov 2006 22:33:00 +0000

There are moments when I rethink what I’ve done or said and I roll my eyes and question who said that? And what meds is this girl on? Something strong I would suppose.

Dude. Just, duuuuude. While beginning college in '02, I went through a period like that. I refer to them as my dark years. People who knew me back then -- and who, smartly, RAN FOR THEIR FREAKING LIVES -- sometimes run into me now and tend to give me quizzical looks, as if to say, "Yo, where's the depressed, drama queen bitch?"

I wonder if the Me in five years will look back on the Me from now and roll her eyes at what I consider to be a fairly laidback and drama-free life.