If you scare me, I will scream louder than necessary. I cry easily. I laugh easily. I have emotions and feelings squeezed inside me like an aerosol can. Because of this, I am known as a dramatic person.
If I say something like, “I would love to have a romance without drama,” or “I don’t read Karen Kingsbury books because they are too melodramatic,” the response I will inevitably get is, “but you’re such a dramatic person!”
Maybe it is because I have so many emotions in my life that I shy away from manufacturing them.
Also: Is there anything more annoying than someone ranting to you about their feelings, when it really isn’t that big of a deal, and if they had decided to spend their spare time taking fencing lessons instead of obsessing about the guy there would be no problem whatsoever?
Yes, I guess I am a dramatic person. I still change the radio station whenever one of those “I can’t breathe I’m gonna die because I like you and you don’t like me back” songs comes on. I still refuse to read fat Christian romance novels. There are even times when I ban myself from writing a song or a diary entry about what I’m going though, because I know I will only be helping myself blow it out of proportion.
I’ve begun to use the term “melodramatic” for the manufactured drama that I detest.
That is to say, I am a dramatic person, yet I boycott melodramatic things.