November 23, 2009

The One Where I Go On A Tirade

Maybe it's because I'm not caught up on my sleep yet. Maybe it's because I re-injured my foot and it hurts like the dickens. Maybe it's because it's raining ice cubes outside and I'm trapped in the house with with a girl that has the lung capacity of an opera singer. Or maybe, just MAYBE, it's because people are stupid.

I firmly believe there are two types of people in this world. Drama Queens, and Not-Drama Queens.

As fate would have it, I fall into that second category. The one that doesn't give a damn about petty drama. The one that watches it unfold before my eyes and heaves a collective sigh because I know that no matter what I do, including sitting back and doing nothing, it will be WRONG and HORRID and MEAN-SPIRITED. And then the other party will play the "Woe is Me" card and all their drama driven friends will fawn over them and tell them how wrong I am and how right they are and it's your classic martyr move all over again.

The thing that drives me the craziest, is that it's all make believe. In their sad little head, there's a whole sordid tale about how I wronged them. Plain and simple, it's DRAMA.

Someone was in a pissy mood and looking for a scapegoat and I happened to be there.


And you can be sure that this person would never in a million years say anything to my face. No, they go about telling their stories and since I don't engage, then they must be telling the truth. It's infuriating.

So unfriend me, unfollow me, unsubscribe.... I don't give a rats behind. This is MY blog and I will do with it as I please.