Is there an Actors Union that is responsible for people who live to be dramatic? I have met some drama queens and kings through the years, but a year ago, I met the mother of all crown holders and she lives and breathes drama as if it is her life mission. Being dramatic is something you would expect from young school-aged kids not adults. There is never a notice of her outbreak except the minute she walks in the room and starts with, “so apparently.” Not only do those two words alert you of a headache to come, but her tone raises 100 decimals with determination that the entire block is going to hear her over-the-top, over-rated, over-emotional acute drama breaking news. I find it quite humorous of the capability she has to create drama out of pretty much anything and absolutely nothing and keeping my rolled eyes to myself is impossible. Sometimes I just want to scream out loudly, “sell the crown and use the money to get some counseling.”
As for me, when I hear, “so apparently,” I instantly try to gain immunity and grab my earbuds and quickly insert them finding anything on my phone to listen to other than words spewing through the atmosphere with no substance especially the very uclassy language suitable for toilet flushing. Not only is she loud and obnoxious, but entirely animated in a very comical, theatrical way. Her eyes move from one person to the next making sure they are listening and if there is one who isn’t which is usually me, then she gets louder and more obtrusive demanding my ears. Her hands are constantly flailing through the air as if she were swatting flies or thrashing about swimming through thick clouds. This is where I take a deep breath slowly exhaling simply because I am worn out from the busyness of her tales. I understand she has difficulty “letting go” of the negative thoughts and emotions but the complaints of her stress and headaches? I want to write her a prescription for a very powerful “shut-the -heck-up” medication and call it a day, better yet I would really love to de-throne her and call it check-mate! But after catching my breath and observing her act, I have come to my own conclusions of what makes an individual worthy of wearing a drama queen crown.
I have learned my silence is key and you know the saying, “sometimes the most powerful thing you can say is nothing at all.” Oh how I wish those with a little more expression of every emotion under the sun would adhere to that mantra and keep their drama to a minimum. But you can’t have drama with just a whimper now can you? You go big! During yesterday’s drama session, the mother queen raged about her stalker who is an employee and every now and then he pops up out of nowhere, maybe just doing his job but to hear her tell the story you would think this guy was a hard core criminal and on America’s Most Wanted. I kept the buds out of my ears to hear this particular story because I did have a stalker a few years ago who broke into my house and put a red rose on my bed, so I wanted to offer her advice but I think it was more less a guy infatuated with her and was not stalking her at all. I broke my silence.
As she was telling the entire room of people how he was dangerous and harassing her on the job I asked why didn’t she report him to upper management? She didn’t answer but shook her head as if frustrated I asked the question. Then she belted out he was blowing her phone up, I questioned again asking how did he get her number? She claimed he didn’t have her number that they were friends on Facebook and they were messaging in messenger. I asked her why hasn’t she blocked him from Facebook. Again, she did not answer the question but became very angry. I’m not sure if her anger was directed at me or herself. But I was holding the mirror to her face so-to-speak to reflect a reality check on her end more less tying to dial down the drama.
To be in the presence of the mother queen and all her theatrics and drama fueled energy while over playing every situation is entirely draining in every sense of the word. By debunking her tales and holding the mirror to her face in hopes of shining some light on being responsible for her life and accountable for the problems she overly creates, it would seem she would take the refection for what it’s worth and turn her theatrics into action and go shine her crown and put it away. Instead, she has an entitlement to attention and carries around a permanent megaphone and she’s not afraid to use it. Oh well, rather than knocking off her crown which is how most of us feel here, we will just continue to try to insert “responsibility for behavior” in hopes she will finally realize just because she’s the drama queen doesn’t mean she will be treated like royalty…