Considering all that happens throughout the course of life, petty drama is something that will forever baffle me. The economy is crashing and
people are dying all over the world from starvation, war and general evil, and yet the only thing that Julie cares about is how Karen was talking trash about her to Brian, the guy that she secretly has a crush on, and what she can do to undermine Karen in the minds of the entire college campus while still being best friends. This may be great
weeknight entertainment when you want to drown out your own sorrows with the sound of “The Hills,” but this should not be part of your life.
I understand that there are always going to be situations that result in an awkward vibe between people, mainly out of misunderstanding; a sort of limbo period where you are hurt and upset but have not been able to confront the circumstance so instead you turn to friends to vent. What I am not able to handle is the incessant need of some to perpetuate and aggravate this type of situation as if attempting to satisfy some insatiable and unconscious desire to make their life as immature as possible, choosing to bitch to their friends and turn them against the offender instead of confronting the problem.
Sadly, those who thrive on drama run rampant and pollute the lives of mild-mannered, down-to-earth people who would like nothing more than to have an uncomplicated association with those they encounter. It is a plague, a highly contagious disease that infects the tissues of our being, one for which there is no cure.
Don’t try to hide from it, either, because it will find you. Drama will hunt you down. I can guarantee that someone you know is a carrier of this disease, and while they might not be experiencing a flare up right now, it is still transmittable, so protect yourself. The second you have a problem with this person, boom, you are at ground zero in the aftermath of drama bomb. And good luck resolving that mess without getting drama on your hands.
The person who spread the disease to you will be so caught up in
maintaining a veil of “No seriously, everything is fine, I’m completely over it,” that talking to them will be impossible. But not talking to them and acknowledging what they are so clearly upset about just adds fuel to the fire and perpetuates the drama. The problem here is that you are so proud that you will not admit fault without a similar concession from the other party, and good luck with that. This is the point where you realize, “Shit, I’ve been infected.”
My advice: grow up. Deal with your issues in a mature way before you ruin my day.