Thursday, December 9, 2010

I don't do drama.

Does anyone remember Bowling for Soup’s, High School Never Ends? It was widely popular when I was in middle school and the events that have unfolded this week keep bringing me back to the lyrics over and over again.

How about No Such thing by one of my favorites, Mr. John Mayer? Or even T. Swift’s Mean. Other musical collaborations that brings to the forefront all the frustration and hurt that I’m feeling.

You see, I don’t do drama. Like, at all. It makes my stomach ache and my heart hurt. And I just don’t like it. It makes me moody and depressed. It’s just not my cup of tea.

That’s why when drama started in high school, I just cornered myself off from it. Maybe not the best idea, I know, but it’s what I did to get through. I removed myself from the issue in order to keep from getting sucked in by the mean girls who caused my stomach to flip and my chest to pound.

It might not be the right way, but it was my way.

When it was time for college, I guess I was looking at the glass half full (like I like to do) when it came to drama. I thought that I would be surrounded by girls who, like me, had decided that drama was not what life revolved around.

But, I guess I was wrong.

Because this week I have witnessed more door-slamming, name-calling, and friendship-ruining then I would have ever cared to see in my entire life. And all because of two girls, best friends at that, disagreeing over a boy—an argument that started on Facebook for all the world to see.

An argument that was their argument and no one else’s. And yet, somehow the argument snowballed. There were whispers and sides drawn. And somehow a fight that was between two girls became an all-out fiasco between  nearly thirteen girls. Could someone tell me how that happens?

And, my defense mechanism, to corner myself away—doesn’t really work at college. Because yes, T, M and I can burrow away in our dorm room, blasting Glee, but the ugly remarks left on our door’s whiteboard and the nasty comments on Facebook are all still there.

The fact that the girls occupy rooms around us, makes it even more impossible. Bathrooms, stairs, anything…they’re always there. There is no cornering myself away. And I’m struggling to deal.

Thankfully today is the first day of winter break. So I can burrow away in my little house with my family and animals. I’ve removed them from my Facebook so that the drama and their festering words stay where my eyes can’t read. Out of sight, out of mind.

They will not ruin my winter break with their mean words. And I’ve got only one word for them this holiday season—karma.

Needless to say, I’m quite happy to be at home—where the only ones who act like they’re thirteen, are thirteen.

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