WARNING: Seriously, this crap has to stop! I'm told that bad things happen in threes and this is the third negative entry - third negative slice of my life - in three days! Now, those that know me know that I don't have three negative, day-defining experiences in a month, let alone the first few days of a month! So bare with me, even if tomorrow blows I'm only going to write something incredibly upbeat and positive
Slice of Life 3/3
My husband has accused me of being a magnet for drama.
The thing is, I don’t “do drama”. Ironically, as a result, drama is created.
This is where my husband, Louis and I find much fodder for amusement and sometimes outright laughter. Even when we have our own bumps in the road, as we are working through right now, we can find amusement in the sheer immaturity and self-interest of others.
I make every attempt to surround myself with big-hearted, intelligent, kind souls who are very aware of themselves, flaws and all. All of my friends are flawed; love flawed friends, makes me feel welcome. As members of the human race we all have a certain amount of unavoidable drama in our lives: children, husbands, extended families provide much to deal with on a daily basis. Between school, health, travel, raising kids, all of it. If you interact with others there is a certain amount of drama. Exhausting, but we all grind through. We don’t have time for more, well, I don’t have time for more. Do you?
What I don’t get is the need to CREATE drama. Are you that bored (or boring) that you feel the need to stir things up? The driving need to lie and misrepresent in order to draw attention to yourself? Is your life so empty you have to put yourself in the role of victim when in reality you are anything but … you are, in fact, the manipulator.
You see, I react badly, and loudly, to drama.
Warning: I will call you out, usually it is in the form of an an e-mail or phone call (now that I have my new, wonderful call-anywhere plan, phone calls are far more plentiful!) stating what part of your behaviour has crossed the line and my need to, at this point, state that you have crossed a line and I am no longer a participant in your self-directed play.
Pretty cut and dried, right?
Wrong.
But even in the enormity of this wrong there is a bright side. The best part? I no longer participate. So, rock on, have a great big pity party for yourself. Tell everyone you know what a terrible person I am. Truly? Not my loss. You see, I sleep with a clear conscience. Pure sleep. After all, I have done nothing wrong or mean-spirited or unkind. I just did not react the way you wanted me to react, dance to your tune or continue to ignore your rude and manipulative behaviour.
Oh, one great thing today? I had to erase all of that ugly experience and make myself feel better, surround myself with beauty and remind myself that Spring is close. Aren't these tulips gorgeous?