Contrary to popular opinion, I love drama queens. I love prissy prima-donnas, I love people that reel from crisis to crisis, and I love people that are in a constant state of annoyance with the world and everyone in it.
I love the “wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” noises that come out of their ears when their mouths are flapping in a histrionic, over-inflated frenzy of paranoid ranting and anger.
I love that the mere continued existence of myself on this earth, when they’ve imagined me committing some nefarious and fiendish slight against them for the sole purpose of destroying their day (or their life) drives them to distraction. I love that after whenever such an event is done and I’ve kept going with my day, they’re still grinding their teeth about it hours later.
You’d be mistaken for thinking that drama queens only happen in the gay community. Most drama queens I’ve encountered over the years have actually been heterosexual – stands to reason, really, given population disparities there.
Drama queens are actually everywhere. They’re the people who get into a road rage cause you had to slow down and turn when they wanted to keep going ahead. YOU DID IT JUST TO ANNOY THEM. They’re the people who start swearing like a pirate just because you were walking too slowly on the footpath. YOU DID IT JUST TO MAKE THEM LATE FOR THEIR APPOINTMENT. They’re the people who have a hissy fit because you ask them how much an item is in the store. YOU DID IT JUST TO INTERRUPT THEIR VERY IMPORTANT CONVERSATION WITH A COLLEAGUE.
Don’t get angry at drama queens. There’s enough anger in them for both them and you.
Love them. What’s not to love?