Dear All Mighty Queen of Self-Imposing Turmoil,
You make life interesting, especially from the psychologist’s point of view. You add a dimension to life that most would just settle for calling “crazy”. The lies and on going performances are all linked to you. I have one question; are you taking a theatrical air strike on the people around me?
Maybe it’s just the paranoia talking (thank you for that?), but I feel as if I’m just attracting loonies. So far this quarter I’ve met: an obsessive cleaner, a full-fledged drama bomb, a compulsive liar, an instigator of drama, a genophobe, the ultimate suck-up, a Tucker Max impersonator, a boy who insists on hearing what he doesn’t really want to hear, the bible-thumping beauty queen, and the second & third incarnations of Sybil. (Yes, I did include myself in that list.) Most of the aforementioned loonies I don’t mind, but when you pair up the fun instigator of drama with the drama bomb of doom, bad things happen.
I believe that self-imposed drama can be fun, especially if I’m not directly involved. It’s like when you see two girls fighting with each other over who gets the guy who does not even know their names, or when ever the Tucker Max impersonator experiences self-imposed drama of any kind (quit your bitching, we all know you’re just trying to steer the conversation control back to you). It’s like your own poorly done, personal soap opera with less incest and days that last only 24 hours. I love it. Please excuse me while I go pop a bag of popcorn.
Even my own self-imposed drama was just plain silly. Girl thinks she likes boy. Boy thinks he likes girl. Girl decides they should just be friends. Boy says they should just be friends. Girl catches Boy looking in non-friendly manner. Girl thinks, maybe I spoke to soon. Girl finds out Boy is insane. After spending 3 hours in bathtub trying to scrub clean, Girl buys a short skirt and wears skirt to rub into face of Boy that he “Can’t touch this. Ba na na na Ch ch Ba na Ch ch Ba na Ch ch.” The best part is after the second sentence they stopped talking to each other. From “Girl decides…” to “… Ba na Ch ch.”, there was no talking between them. All messages and information was found out via roommates. I think our roommates had a bet, and if they did, I’m upset. I would have loved to be in on a little piece of the action (and I think my roommate lost).
Keep up the great work, Drama Queen,
Roxy
P.S. I think your next work should involve the Sybils getting in a fight, or one Sybil getting in a fight with herself. We should sell tickets and t-shirts.
Special Thanks to Mc Hammer for writing a lyric that accurately portrayed my feelings for a fleeting moment.