I hate drama.
I hate people who stir up drama.
I hate having to deal with drama.
I hate not being able to deal with the drama directly, because of the intricate, deceitful and involved web of feelings that gets everyone entangled in it as soon as they come near it.
And I have a theory on why drama exists.
I feel there are two basic approaches to how one can deal with differences. In this example, someone is happy, the other person isn’t.
Approach #1 would be for the person who isn’t happy to find a way to be happy. A way to match the level of the other person, to come up to their state and thereby breach the gap.
Approach #2 happens when approach #1 can’t. The reasons why #1 can’t happen are still things I ponder, but I theorize that they involve states of feeling in which considering oneself worthy of “elevating” to a higher state is unimaginable. Whether that is because of a lack of self-esteem and confusion or some sort of twisted pleasure being taken from the discomfort that being a douche generates in the propinquity, I am unsure.
Going back to my example, the unhappy person does whatever is possible to throw obstacles in the way of the happy person’s life.
That is a train of thought I can’t wrap my head around. Sure, some would say that the reason for that is because of my geodesic braincase, but I seriously can’t understand why one would submit to such negative and ill-fated strategery.
I would only focus so much energy on acting like such a twat if my goal was to take pride and joy in seeing others discomfort as they deal with all of my unwelcome path-shitting. Additionally, I would certainly be encouraged to double up my efforts as I find that my pathetic and puny obstacles are overcome in glory.
But why would let this vice consume me and define my life? Do I want to look back years later and realize that I could have focused on my own happiness? Do I want to realize that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t knock someone off their pedestal, because my infantile yelps were not heard because my target was too busy listening to the sweet melody of love all around him?
No. I don’t want that. And that’s why I can’t understand why one would choose to walk that path.
But there are those who do. And they bring overly complicated histrionics along, ready to pull in as many hebetudinous unaware thespians into their farce.
That is the drama that I hate. Those are the people who I hate. And they can eat a big fat dick.
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inability to deal with negative emotion = infantile yelps and complicated histrionics
N.B. Love the pic at the top of your blog
this post = retarded. It sounds like you are the one stirring up drama and then pretending that you are innocent and have no idea why you’re the victim. Once you stop playing the victim you’ll stop being it.
Dear wtf,
I know why I’m the victim. If you read what I said, I never said I’m innocent.
What I said is that someone is trying to knock me down to their level, instead of finding their way to be happy. That’s what makes me the victim.
Thank you wtf.
Nico posting a blog like this IS CAUSEING DRAMA.
You want to talk about that drama that you “hate” well here you go… Everytime you splurge all over the internet how much you love kelly you are trying to bring me down. When you brought her to volleyball you were trying to bring my happiness down. When you posted on Kelley G.’s wall… twice… you were trying to bring my happiness down. When you got mad that I made a burning man group and made me feel bad about it, you were trying to bring my happiness down. When you decide I can’t be friends with your friends anymore because you are being too left out… you are 100% trying to detroy my happiness. And the list could go on….
You are officially the biggest hipocrate in the world. I have ignored everything you have done over the past few weeks to avoid giving you the satisfaction that you are getting to me… and more importantly to avioid drama and to let you live your life. 90% of the time I am happier than I have been in years… I love my life…seriously…. but in those moments that you decide to post a snide comment or a huge blog or to prevent me from having friends I feel myself break down a little, and it isn’t even what you say that brings me down, cause I no longer care who you are with or what you do… It is knowing that you deliberatly do not care about my feelings enough to maybe leave that particular comment off of the internet or whatever.
Victim Nico, Really? This exact blog… right here… is doing exactly what you are saying that you hate. This is causing Drama! This is bringin people down… do you not see that?
I did not want to respond to this, I wanted to let it all go but personally I feel like I need to stand up for myself and stand up to you, especially since my friends wont. I know this blog may not be outwardly about you and I but I know that it was in your head when you wrote it.
Go back and read what you wrote and think about the things you have done over the past month that had the intention of hurting me…. and then try and call yourself a victim.
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Dear wtf -Why are you still reading Nico’s blog? If you truly wanted to be left alone then you would leave him alone.
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How is a 5 paragraph response considered ignoring? Really?? Really??
If you really wanted to avoid the drama you’d find your own circle of friends. Or you might start avoiding visiting sites that you know are going to irritate you. Like, why are you still reading his blog?? It seems to me that you have some insatiable need to feel like you’re the victim. And that’s just sad. Especially when you have to manufacture the drama just so that you have something to keep you mad.
So you got dumped. Grow up and get the fuck over it. If he wasn’t happy with you before you started acting like you had snakes for brains what on earth makes you think this would make you more appealing. And if you say that you don’t care that he’s with someone else then show it. Stop following him. Stop making veiled comments that you know will get back to him. JUST STOP. You look like a fool.
Dear I speel good,
I don’t have any idea why WTF is still reading blogs but I’m guessing Dani is reading them because she doesn’t like people talking shit and she won’t blind herself with ignorance while everyone else reads it.
**I have ignored everything you have done over the past few weeks to avoid giving you the satisfaction that you are getting to me…**
That should have been included in the previous post. Don’t want anyone to think I’m crazy too.
Hi everyone that has posted on this oh – so – controversial blog!
Dani – I’m sorry that my being in love has brought you down. I hope that you can live a very happy life, and I’m sure that you will once you are able to live and learn from life and loves past. I hope you can continue to be happier than you have been in the past.
Dear every anonymous poster – thanks for taking interest in what’s going on. I hope it adds good fodder to your conversations in the future.
Dear Nico – maybe you shouldn’t have posted this?
I’ve got to go do something productive now.
DEAR MANI DANI:
You spelled “causing” wrong. FYI.
Also, don’t get too down Mani Dani. There are lots of fish in the sea, and you WILL meet a really amazing girl like Kelly someday. I’m sure of it.
This person who signed “Dani” sounds like a bit of a stalker. Give it a rest, dear… checking blogs 100+ times/day isn’t healthy. I agree with the above poster who said you should find some of your own original friends, and stop following Mr. Aguilera. He is no longer concerned, it would appear, with your happiness. Not everything in the world is about your happiness; least of all Mr. Aguilera’s current goings-ons. For the record, having to state and restate that you “are happier than ever… really….seriously…no, believe it, I am SUPER HAPPY” simply sounds like you are trying to convince us, and yourself, of the truth of the statement. The repetition ACTUALLY conveys feelings of desperation, loneliness, and heartbreak. You sound quite young, early 20s perhaps? I was that way, too, in my early 20s. Don’t worry, you have many years to go and there will be plenty more opportunities to suffer a broken heart. We all live and learn–it’s OK to be sad for a while, and mad, and disappointed. Wallowing in Mr. Aguilera’s communications with others, however, will not speed the mending of your heart.
Anyway, in the meantime, you definitely should stop stalking Mr. Aguilera, as electronic communications can be tracked and counted, and possibly result in a restraining order.