Drama Club

Drama, something you find in movies and serials with well-written scripts and well-directed action right?  Drama captures the attention, holds your interest.  Keeps you watching through the parade of commercials.  You find yourself transported into the story, a participant or bystander. Maybe you want to send a warning; be the set of heroic hands who saves the damsel before the bad guys do something permanent to her health.

“Are you positioning for an active part in moving pictures honey?”

No love but thanks for asking, it means you’re paying attention!

There is another version of drama.  I sum it up in the following words: “It’s all about me!”  Not ‘me’ as in your manic, post producing friend Nikki.  ‘Me’ as in “Oh and let ‘me’ tell you what s/he said and can you believe anybody would think that about ‘me’? I mean I’m a good person but I can’t take all the ‘me’ coming from this person.  They make ‘me’ want to scream!”  And further, “Oh and s/he thinks I’m stupid, like I’m not gonna know what she’s telling [insert name] about ‘me’! I know s/he’s talking about ‘me’.  Like, gawd does s/he have to be so… [heaving chest, the glint of a tear forming accompanied by a pout and maybe a stamping of the foot].  [after a brief tantrum confidence is recovered] “Oh and I’m going over there to tell her/him what I think about them acting so immature!”

Which drama works better for you?  I’m partial to the former; as I can change channels, turn down the volume, go to the kitchen for a snack, or root for the other person in the confrontation.

The latter, well what can I say about the latter?  Is it the attempt to garner attention and hold it through the myriad of activity swirling about? Those of us who have lived part of life in a male body may have commented that females are dramatic.  Sure, we see depictions of this in various productions (melodramas – which by the way are not so mellow) so maybe we feel that being dramatic is acceptable, in vogue, so ‘today’.  

Have we taken up the baton and incorporated drama into the feminine portion of our being?  Maybe it’s part of the natural progression; we can’t help but be dramatic because that’s part of the fabric of the being we want to be; or can we?

Drama can be destructive – especially when the dramatic effort bends towards massive concentrations – the tip of the tornado funnel; playing catch up for all those years when we yearned to be the other gender.  Save it for the stage.  I know, life’s a stage and we’re all thespians but there are limits.  Playacting versus living – help me out here; there’s a difference, a line of demarcation.

You know that even too much of a good thing is too much. Be dramatically simple; dramatically real, dramatically individual; a fragrance and succulent herb in the garden of life. 

Have a wonderful day, filled with dramatic differences.

Love and hugs, Nikki DeCaro