I, like any other normally sane person will tell you that I do not yearn for treacherous events to occur in my personal life, and would typically never intend to cause that in anyone else’s life for that matter. (Of course I do enjoy a good dose of trashy “reality” television, which is usually oozing with crude, overly emphasized situations. It’s always easier dealing with compromising situations as they arise in my own life, knowing that it will never be as bad as that of a real life reality star.)
I hope you noticed that I did not use the word “drama” in the above paragraph. That is because I hate the negative stigma that we have tagged to the word. If someone is dramatic, they must be crying over spilled milk or a few gray hairs. If a situation is dramatic, you’d better stay away because there’s either going to be a fight or a meltdown. The word drama in the dictionary is explained as “vivid, emotional, moving, highly effective, striking”…these are words that I have always found to be positively perfect to explain myself on my better days. Some people are born to cause drama. I was born to live it. Therefore I have decided to embrace the words “dramatic” and “drama”, and fill my life with them, just like the movie-esk dream that I have deiced that it is…now if I can just get a little better lighting…
My parents will roll their eyes and laugh at my honesty when they read this blog about my love of drama…but let me just share with yall two simple ways I come by it easily…
It was referred to by my close friends as the “Lisa-look”, and I knew it all too well. One cut of my very own eyes looking back at me and it was enough to make me weak in the knees. My mother has never been very good at hiding her emotions. Nor have I. And apparently I can even convey emotions that I didn’t even know I was feeling without ever moving a muscle. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been doing something as simple as eating a sandwich or picking out which shoes to wear when someone asks me “what’s wrong?” Turns out I don’t need facial muscles to show the world exactly what I think- I’ve got Lisa’s eyes instead. Curse or a blessing; I’m still deciding. [Dramatic facials and gestures: check.]
“Like hell it’s yours.” The uniquely audacious phrase used by my dad (along with the infamous “you’re burning daylight”) to ensure what it his. The first time I heard the phrase, he was saying it to my brother, Spence, who decided he wanted to wear dad’s cowboy hat. Dad is protective over few things- his hat is one of them. I’m not a super bold person when it comes to voicing my opinion, as discussed in the previous post, but this is one phrase that if given the right moment, I would say with all the zest and gritty smiles I could compose. [Dramatic phrases: work in progress, but good exposure.] (Note: though dad is less dramatic than mom and I- probably due to his lack of estrogen in our case- he has earned the name “Diva David” on special occasions. I won’t go into detail for his sake….he doesn’t even like his name or pictures being made public. Hence why he doesn’t have a Facebook, refuses to let us post pictures of him on OUR Facebooks, and will probably not like this post very much.)
Now onto “More Dramatic Topics by Addie”:
I realized last night that my toenails have had chipped paint on them ALL WINTER. (No, seriously-they haven’t been properly painted since early November, and in Mississippi, winter doesn’t start until December.) I have had time to take care of them, but apparently I found something better to do with my time (not likely) than take care of my gnarly looking digits. For someone who bites their fingernails and depends on the prosperity of their toenails to boast new nail trends, you’d think I’d be a little more up on the times down there. I imagined a giant and very sad Buddha (like the ones in the nail salon) shamefully shaking his head at my feet…so I quickly polished them up. Whew, that was more than a close one!
Some people get inspired by nature or music- quiet places in the mountains or under the sun. Some people need alone time. Some people need a giant break down in a room full of noise and throwing things and jumping around. I used to like to think I was one of those people. I could just run away with myself to a place as quiet or not-quiet as I wanted it to be and draw out all the “juices.” How hip of me…but I don’t think that anymore. I need people. The play of conversations, the bouncing molecules, the edge of emotions, the waves of differences, the chemistry. That’s where it is, for me. Besides, without someone else to share your inspirations with, it’s just not worth it.
Sometimes if I am allowed to think without being expected to speak anytime soon, I start the weird “what-ifs”. I will look around me and think of every possible weird what-if situation, probably just for self-entertainment. Or probably my ADD. What if I could swim down a well and look around the water table? What if I asked the person next to me at the restaurant if I could try her pasta before I order it for myself? What if the book I’m reading has a crappy ending? What if my dog suddenly started talking? Some people suffer from what-ifs. I think I suffer from weirdness.
Meaningless things don’t stick with us. Or me, anyways. I’m no good at remembering something unless it was really awesome. I usually can’t immediately tell you what I did on a given weekend and we’re lucky if I remember what I ate for breakfast. If something doesn’t impress me, I let it go. But we aren’t super stars. We aren’t supposed to have outstanding moments every day. We are supposed to take the moments that we are given and appreciate them enough that they become outstanding to us. Another new years resolution to tack onto my list: hold MY moments with more weight. Give the regular days more accountability. Afterall, that’s what the majority of our lives are made of. If we can find more glitter in our regulars, we will never waste a day.
I’m done for today. My shoulder hurts from shooting a whole box of skeet yesterday..and I feel like being dramatic about it.
Maybe I’ll go throw some glitter in the air and then whine because it hurt my shoulder.
Love always,
Addie
“Be the person you want to meet.”