Drama-Rama Ding Dong

I have found lately that I have a new intolerance....dramafiends. Look, I am not saying that my life has ever been calm before now. But, looking back, and perhaps I am deluding myself, although my life was "interesting" in a minute-by-minute sort of way, I didn't think I was addicted to drama.


I live in a house. In the burbs. I have a yard. Neighbors on both sides. We all mow our yards, and there is never any trash to be found in our neighborhood. No one breaks in to our cars or houses. Some moms stay home. Must of us work, at least part-time. We take our kids to the park down the street. The kids love to ride their scooters. Everyone waves. I have a dog. Three cats. My house is almost always clean. My daughter does not go to public school. She goes to Girl Scouts, spanish classes, and basketball practice. It's very suburban. It could be boring....if you let it.

But, I don't. I like my almost picture-perfect surroundings. I like making dinner and serving the hub some apps and beer before dinner. I love attacking him with a quickie the moment he tries to towel off from his shower, and then refilling his coffeecup for a job well done! My life is certainly more simple than ever, but not boring. I can see how some might think it would be, or that it couldn't be anything else.

And, maybe that's why people are dramatic. A yearning, maybe? I yearn as much as the next guy....wait...I yearn, but maybe not as much.

Well, I hate to tell you, my friend, but you are not Tony Soprano's mother. You didn't send anyone to kill anyone. People that are really bad...they never fuckin' say a word about it. My friend, you might be a housewife, or a salesman, or a secretary, but whatever it is that you are, cope with it. It's ok to just be a _________/whatever. Most of us are. You are probably not the next Hemingway or Baker or Hilton, and I don't know why more people aren't ok with that. I am not advising anyone to give up on their personal goals and dreams, but my god....

I suppose this rant is about my own frustration. I am sick to death of watching people wallow, with smiles and frowns alike, in the abyss of their self-created and manifested craptacular illusions. What compounds my hatred for the scenario, is the utter inability to change, or even conceive a thought of change. Please, stop laying in your own piss- it gets chilly after about five seconds.