Not drama precisely, but I got back together with the ex-boyfriend I talked about here, a few days ago. He'd been making overtures in that direction for a while, sending me emails every day, asking to come over for tea once a week, attending my birthday party (and doing all the dishes after it), but we eventually had a big talk and decided we wanted to make another go of it. He seems to have been doing a lot of thinking about love and commitment, and doesn't appear to be doing this out of some misplaced sense of guilt, so I am hopeful this will go well.

Well, that sounds lovely, and maybe I should have said stress, because even good stress is, well, stressful.
Meanwhile, I guess I am going through full blown drama.
Denial, avoidance, denial, avoidance. I think i mentioned I don't do well with this, pushy broad and dame that I am.
And yet, I know I can deal with so much more. Bring it on.

Oh yes, ethylene, I read your previous post about your roommate's situation and your being stuck in the middle of it all. Sorry you have to deal with all that! (((ethylene))) I'm sure you can push through. Hope your finals are going well too!

Oh, no, it's not that, to clear things up, although I am fine with the avoidant strategy there. I mean, we use to talk about everything all the time and now it's markedly different. I'm letting it be. It's weird but I want to give her as much space as she needs and I'm ready to deal with the fall out. I've made all kind of offers in text but we talk about superficial shit. Whatever.
Right now I'm with my fucked up family, who i would have invited my roomie to come be with except they are so very fucked up. last week, bridging the topic of unhappiness made my mother lose it, if that's enough info without being too TMI.
DRAMA!
Sadly, I am use to DRAMA! Unfortunately, I have to do crap in the morning and hope to meet friends on Thursday.
Life is suffering. You deal.

We are finally getting our house finished and have put all the drama of failed builders etc behind us, but it it a stressful time all the same. The last week or so, I've been painting every night until between 2 and 4 am after a full day at work so we can get moved in ASAP. Because of the way our finances have been arranged around this, we ran out of money to buy paint, so will likely move in without the walls painted. We have yet to install any of the electrical fit-off (lights, power points, switches etc), because we are waiting for money to come through from the bank via the builder. That should arrive tomorrow, so I can start buying things, but wholesalers are starting to shut down for Christmas, so that is going to be problematic at best.

Still hopeful of getting moved in over the first week in January, but it's going to be a stressful, darama-filled time. Even then, it doesn't end because there are so many little jobs left 'for later' in our rush to get finished what we have to so that we can move in as soon as practical. The spa pump is sitting on concrete blocks and I have to make a bracket for it, there is work to do under the windows all along the front of the house, there is a huge deck to be built, there are wardrobes to fit out, the laundry has no benchtop or sink, the linen cupboard needs shelves etc, the door at the back of the garage needs to be replaced, the driveway needs to be done and it goes on and on and on.

Still, at the end of this tunnel is the prospect of being able to live in a house for the first time in over three years and not have to spend another summer sweltering in the tin shed we've been living in. So, in its own way, bad stress but also good because we are making progress.

No major drama in my waking hours (not even from loud/troublemaking neighbors, thanks to my landlord), but last night I had one of my worst nighmarish nightmares ever. Cancer Vampires. From Georgia. On Twitter. Okay, you had to BE there, but I woke in a cold sweat and so short of breath, I started considering calling 911. A few minutes and a bathroom visit later, I was feeling 200% better (but still just under 50% of what I wanted) and noticed I'd overslept for the first time in weeks. So now back to playing with my opened-early Christmas Toy, the HP OrphanTouchPad. Definitely looking like $149 well spent. So no Drama, just happy endings.

I tend to avoid drama and honestly, it never seems to find me. I think it's a combination of luck and decent management (mainly luck).

Oh, I think skill, and active avoidance.
I lack the fear of confrontation and run into the fray.
Less often as I age, but I don't know if that is a good thing.
Where do you draw the line, at apathy? When is it worth the fight?
When do you write people off as incapable of change and does that say something about them or you?

Venting, eh?

My drama was NOT so much finding that The Mogget (aka Pukezilla but now to be renamed) had managed to eat several tablespoons of hot chilli sauce off an abandoned plate at our Christmas party, THAN AS finding the result of said chilli sauce over litter-tray, wall behind tray, floor around tray etc etc. Long story short, I can now define the colour "effervescent shitstain" that came up via DamnYouAutoCorrect.com.

On a related note, ice-cream does not cure PTSD, but it does help.

And I forgot to add, wishing all the bunnies the best over the drama-full holiday season. It's a scary world out there so be sure to take this...

{{{hug}}}

'Tis the season for drama for divorce lawyers. Drama with a capital 'D'. Oh yes, the two weeks before and two weeks after Christmas are always The Most Horrible Time Of The Year for family lawyers. Why?

Well, for a start there's all those deadbeat dads who - despite having taken up a shedload of your time earlier in the year to get that contact order to see their children every other weekend - haven't seen their children in months. But, come Christmas, they want to be Santa and can't understand why the ex-wife isn't delighted for them to come strolling along now when they haven't seen the kids since Easter.

Then, worse than that in my opinion, were the mothers who knew it was the father's turn to have the children for Christmas "... but we've already told the children we're taking them to Disneyland Paris/Center Parcs and it'd ruin their Christmas if they couldn't go and had to go and stay with him and his mother instead ..." Bitches.

So, time that could've been spent doing other work had to be used negotiating with other solicitors, or making urgent applications to court to vary existing orders. And usually at great expense to the 'innocent' party.

On Christmas Eve there was usually an emergency application for a domestic violence injunction (restraining order). One firm I worked at had a Christmas party on Christmas Eve, and we came in all dressed up in Christmas-themed costumes - me as one of Santa's little helpers, in red leggings, a big green sweater, a Santa hat, little black boots trimmed with white fur ... Then someone came in needing an injunction.

I got my secretary to phone the local county court to find out if they had a judge available, and fortunately they did, and even luckier for me, it was someone I knew. I heard my secretary say "Oh, and one more thing ... she's dressed as an elf. Will the judge see her like that or does she need to go home and change into a suit?" The court clerk went away to ask and apparently the answer was "The elf! He can't wait!". So, I went off to court dressed as an elf.

After Christmas the drama continued. January is the busiest time of year for divorce lawyers. People have had ten days off, usually not going away anywhere so stuck at home with the other half, all the in-laws round, drink flowing, arguments ... and a New Year's Resolution to change things.

I am SO glad I'm not doing that kind of work any more. Today my life is fairly drama-free and if it goes on around me I try to let it flow past and leave me unaffected.

Senyar, that elf costume story sounds like something from a movie. It has made my morning. :)

I've had one of those weeks where everything went WRONG WRONG WRONG. There's actually minimal drama since most of my tasks and demands are modest, but mingled in there, I've made three calls to my bank (which yielded three different answers) to straighten out a small but vexing online purchase problem, as well as two calls to the seller's customer service (one of which was disconnected after 20 minutes on hold OH NO YOU DIDN'T) for a problem that still hasn't been resolved.

Also, there was one Actual Bad Thing yesterday that left me in a full-blown panic attack. My brain knows it will be fine, but my body just went into terror mode.

I sought comfort in baking, which usually works: the familiarity and precision is very soothing and reminds me that I'm competent and skilled. But this week, everything has gone wrong, and baking is no exception.

And I just spent TWO HOURS tempering chocolate, which should have taken 30 minutes, and it still didn't work out too well.

So, minimal actual drama, except that I WANT TO SCREAM ALL THE TIME.

Scream, record it, text it, however.
The drama has ramped up hear and i don't know how much I can bear.
But, "boy scout" that I am, I am prepared.

Intelligible noises!

My wife and I sat down our 18-year-old son this morning and said he really needed to work on his college applications, which are due January 1 and 15. Predictably, this led to a shouting match and everyone now being depressed and angry. Bleeah!

Like gaspode, I find that drama never seeks me out (touch wood). We're going to see my folks this Christmas, where everything is calm and we rest and eat and drink and have fun.