Thursday, November 29, 2007

Trying not to be dramatic

As I was speaking with some friends the other night, they pointed out that I was a drama queen. This might come as a shock to you, but it had never occurred to me! I just figured my life was full of drama, but that I, myself, was not actually a drama queen. Can I help it if drama is drawn to me like bees to honey. Like a moth to a flame. Don't know which analogy is better.

Having recently re-entered the dating scene, I'm now prone to various degrees of drama. If you weren't aware, boys produce drama. Especially the boys I usually go out with. Recently, more drama has come up and I'm just not feeling like I want to deal with it. Normally when it comes to these kind of events, I'd talk to my friends about it, but now I feel I need to hold back. I don't want to be a drama queen. But how do I avoid being a drama queen when people constantly ask me about the drama?

Ugh.

My recent drama is brought on by a boy. The problem I have is he's all talk. It might sound horrible, but he has said things to me that most girls would kill to hear; however, I don't believe him. I think he's all talk.

Since this drama arose, I've had a song running through me head nonstop (seeing that I was a music major, this should come as no surprise). It may sound corny, but I feel like my life is coming full circle, that at any moment I'll burst out in song and my wish will come true. My life will be a musical.

Of course, the song of my life right now is "Show Me" from My Fair Lady. In case you aren't familiar, here's how it goes:

Freddy:
Speak and the world is full of singing,
And I'm winging Higher than the birds.
Touch and my heart begins to crumble,
The heaven's tumble, Darling, and I'm...

Eliza:
Words! Words! Words! I'm so sick of words!
I get words all day through;
First from him, now from you! Is that all you blighters can do?
Don't talk of stars Burning above; If you're in love,
Show me! Tell me no dreams
Filled with desire. If you're on fire,
Show me! Here we are together in the middle of the night!
Don't talk of spring! Just hold me tight!
Anyone who's ever been in love'll tell you that
This is no time for a chat! Haven't your lips
Longed for my touch? Don't say how much,
Show me! Show me! Don't talk of love lasting through time.
Make me no undying vow. Show me now!
Sing me no song! Read me no rhyme!
Don't waste my time, Show me!
Don't talk of June, Don't talk of fall!
Don't talk at all! Show me!
Never do I ever want to hear another word.
There isn't one I haven't heard.
Here we are together in what ought to be a dream;
Say one more word and I'll scream!
Haven't your arms Hungered for mine?
Please don't "expl'ine," Show me! Show me!
Don't wait until wrinkles and lines
Pop out all over my brow,
Show me now!

This sums up my feelings right now. Although I won't have the nerve to say it to the boy because I'm so kind hearted and I don't want to crush the poor boy. Come to think of it, I don't really feel all that sorry for him.

Yeah, so with my drama, I'm trying not to be dramatic.

Or should I just embrace my drama-queen self? Another friend suggested that without drama, I wouldn't be able to function. That I thrive on drama. That without drama, I'd die of boredom. I hope that isn't true.

I have dreams that someday my life will have no drama. I'll have a house with a white pickett fence, a hubby, a dog, 2.5 children, and live in the suburbs. And I'll be happy. I won't have drama. I'll have friends that have drama (I have to stay amused!), but I won't have drama. Sounds wonderful, doesn't it?

As long as I'm dreaming, I'd like a McDoctor for my McHubby, a McDog, and painfree child labor. Oh, and of course, World Peace.

A girl can dream.