As I get older, part of growing up includes getting rid of all unnecessary drama wherever possible. I know that my life will never be 100% drama free, but if avoiding it at all costs can make the amount of bullshit I have to go through decrease then so be it.

I guess it never really bothered me, and I truthfully sorta enjoyed shit-stirring up until things started happening that were beyond my control… when I moved out on my own, for example (which is an entirely separate story on it’s own). In the first 6 months of my free life I had no idea that things could be so complicated and annoying. It got old and really really irritating so I did what any person who wants to be sane would do and said ‘Peace out!’. I moved for a second time, broke up with my boyfriend, and avoided anybody who rubbed me the wrong way as well as anyone that likes to be rubbed the wrong way for the sake of starting a fight.

But sometimes they worm their way back into your life, or manage to somehow get skipped over on the People Who Really Make My Life a Living Hell list. Sometimes they’re so hungry for drama they just won’t go away…

Small things like not being able to spend 24 hours a day 7 days a week together is enough to set one off. So, of course, fight number one is inevitable. Then there’s the issue that, OH MY GOD, you haven’t called me in three days and I haven’t seen you in four, let me start a fight about that while I’m at it.

I usually have no problem laughing about it but when someone calls me at my workplace in attempts to chew me out about issues that I am not even aware of (not that I would care either way) is crossing the line. If something makes me angry enough to not even fight back when someone tries to blame things on me, like, a lost job for instance, then you’re just gone to me. I don’t like to play petty little games with people who can’t manage to act even half their age. I deal with these sorts of things by ignoring them.

I guess hanging up on people isn’t enough though because last night I came home to find a picture propped against my door. A picture that has traveled from my brother’s house, to me, to Paul’s house and then to previously mentioned insane person who thinks it is necessary to return things that I had completely forgotten about. But that’s fine, I’m going to keep the damn picture and even put it up on my wall… just to remind me that my brother is so much cooler than YOU WILL EVER BE.