On Drama

I have never had to suffer at the hands of a high school drama queen. Though it was long ago, I remember that high school was relatively easy going. I had drama free people with which to spend the lunch hour, and during summer I didn't even have to deal with them.

Wait a minute, that's a lie. My dear friend Richard and I call it the 'incident', and at the time it was major crisis. It took about two weeks before reconciliation could be met, and met it was by sighs of relief.

Richard sat right behind me in French class. We kept to the back of the room with our friend Jessica so we could talk and play card games rather than pay attention. We figured we were too smart, since we used French in daily conversation anyway. This behavior wasn't discouraged either, as I remember distinctly one day being caught by the teacher with my book open during a test. She asked me why it was open and walked away. I got an A in the test despite my cheating. For the record: I only cheat when it's too easy and/or I have no respect for a teacher who shows no indication of intelligent thought.

This 'incident' came about early on in the school year. Richard had taken to snapping my bra for giggles, which annoyed me to no end. I would tell him to stop, but he persisted, laughing like a bleeding hyena. he had a habit of goofing off. I would look behind me in class, only to see him smiling at me like a madman, his face turning red as he held his breath, his knuckles going white as he clutched at the edges of his desk. He would start shaking until he couldn't hold it in anymore and the giggles would seize him. He's still the same way.

My bra came undone under my shirt during a lecture to which I was actually paying attention. The little blighter had taken it too far, and I wasn't amused. I chided him in a whisper as he apologized. I couldn't very well fix the dang thing in class, so I sat quietly until afterwards when I got mad at him. It wasn't much of a deal after I let it be known that I was upset. The drama came later when I told my parents in passing conversation. They were livid. They were not pleased that I'd taken to the company of a boy claiming to be gay, and this was a golden opportunity. They called the school, Richard was assigned to after school service, and I was never to talk to him again. We played telephone through Jessica, who was growing weary of it very quickly, and she orchestrated our renewed friendship. We've been best friends ever since.

See, nothing should ever really be a big deal. Nothing is worth enough to be considered damnable because most every crime against each other is either a misunderstanding or completely remediable. Most feuds between people can be fixed with a bit of reflection and forgiveness. If I'm ever upset, I let the other party know, and then I carry on like normal. I don't need a big apology, just something sincere. Since sometimes sincere apologies have to be waited for, I like to carry on as normal with a friendship. Doing this helps me; I know we're still friends and that we'll overcome the obstacle. I guess this just doesn't work for everyone. Some people just need to hold on to whatever it is that is making their lives miserable.

Drama is born out of this unwillingness to let go. I don't get it, personally. I don't understand why people are so willing to stay angry at each other. No, we can't help trespasses. We aren't perfect. But if we're all so imperfect and making mistakes all the time, what justification is there to stay cross when we fall victim to those mistakes that we could very well make ourselves? It's selfish and counterproductive to hold a grudge. Secondly, why are people paranoid that others are out to get them all the time?

I'm suffering this high school drama now, and it's been longer than two weeks. I could really care less about this problem I'm facing, and I don't even think about it as often as I do other things. Really, this is at the bottom of my list. A fly buzzing around my head while I watch my house burn down. She thinks I'm out to get her, but why would I be out to get her? What benefit would I find in her demise?

I just don't get it. Things can go over any way she wants to try them, but my tactic is to continue this state of apathy until it blows over. However, one can only tolerate a fly for so long, and my patience is wearing thin. I need a miracle.