Drama Queens

Drama Queens can either be a lot of fun or a royal pain in the ass. Trust me, I know. Because I can be one. I have a very close one, my mom. I probably learned from her. And oh, how it pisses me. How there's always happening to her... life-threatening mostly. Always sick, always needs to be operated, ALMOST has cancer. Is is possible to actually know if you're close to having cancer? I think she talks crap.

And then there's a friend of ours, one of our fellow volunteers. Whatever happens to her is either funnier, tragical, or amazing. Nothing in between that. It gets to a point where I am trying REAL hard not to roll my eyes in front of her. I am cringing inside but forcing a polite smile.

How unpleasantly surprised we were to find out that her sister joined the clan... the drama queens clan. Sending emails of how excluded she feels, that we are hiding things from them, blah, blah... I wondered if I was back in 3rd grade or something. Aren't we all adults here, working towards a common goal to create a weekend of fun for a group of people. I mean, asking for money is hard enough to also have to be concentrating if I am making them feel uncomfortable for smiling at someone else. I thought I was over these childish behaviors several years ago. Unfortunately this doesn't make us closer as a group, except for the part that it makes the rest of the group talk about them!