Drama

There are two types of drama in people’s lives: the type that they themselves cause and bring into their lives and the type that they do not. I have always harbored complete bitter resentment towards both types. I don’t like drama. I don’t think it is necessary and I don’t think that it is productive.

Over the past two weeks I have revisited this bitter resentment. What I have discovered is that not only did this hatred become more clearly defined, but once again freshly renewed in my life. I hate drama.

I especially hate the first type the type that you cause and bring into your own life. I look at this dramatic situation and what I see is something that didn’t need to be drama and now it is drama.

One positive spin that I have discovered while going through my self-induced drama is that I have more respect, understanding and compassion for people in drama. I used to think that drama represented something like immaturity. What I have found is that this is true, but it is not cause to look down on someone – we are all immature when we get right down to it. Anyway, the point to all of this is that I hate drama more now than I used to, but I can see that people have to go through it and most of all people need to be loved through it.