Random Thought: “Drama Queens”
Except it’s a riveting soap on prime time Television or me reminiscing about some parody of high school theatrics of my recent past, I am now of a certain age where “Drama” aka stupidity aka immaturity aka joblessness is as foreign to me as future history. Yes I hate drama. I just don’t have the time. I’ve got bills to pay and since I ain’t a thespian, drama isn’t just welcome on my (tight) schedule.
Borne out of many observations, I’ve come to pity rather than get pissed at the sorry life people live in the name of forcing a relationship. For the sake of this write up, let me point out firstly, “if a person truly wants you, they’d STAY with you. Period”. There’s no two ways about it. But fighting, throwing tantrums or showing off lousy attitude in the name of being a bitch is nothing short of a psychiatric problem.
Ok! enough of my rambling. Back to the point. Recently, after a long boredom bout, I went out on a whim with my friend ‘Jay’ -(gay) (this is the part where you start assuming things about me and say we knew it, whatever!)- to a party where we met with his friends and of course had drinks and whatnot but, being a loner I observed a particular scenario from my lone vantage point; as Jay, *Cameron (he’s was hitting on Jay) & an unknown guy were having a heated argument. Noticing an ensuing violent body language towards Jay I moved in to intervene…and the rest is history. To synopsize: Jay was a victim of a misconstrued relationship DRAMA. The unknown character assumed Jay was trying to take his man (sounds sick and tacky right? I know), hence his drama to retain his territory as the boyfriend..sorry girlfriend (Lmao).
It is one thing to see girls (humans with pussy…cats) emphasize their femininity with their Dramatic attitude but to have a guy actually become a ‘desperate housewives’ cast in real life is just too much fuckery to take in.
I get sick and tired and of the LGBT relationship bug, and don’t get me started on the fact that they all know each other and have laid each other. I’m done.