There are some things that I just don’t understand in life: football, math and advanced psychology to name a few. However, if someone were to ask me: “Hey Julian.” Yes? “What is the one thing in life that you don’t understand the most?,” I would probably have to say that I do not understand why people have to make so much drama out of the tiniest things. (How necessary was that last sentence? Not at all would be the proper answer.) For example, I remember this time that a girl I knew broke up with her boyfriend, a matter completely unrelated to me. Later in the day, I came up to her and said hi. She slapped me in the face and started screaming. Why did that have to happen? It was just another example of how drama screws everything up. (And that I’m really bad with girls.)
I believe that drama is the biggest co*k-blocker of all time. Yes, while the intrusive guy/girl might ruin someone else’s chance at action every once in a while, how many guys are too afraid to ask a girl out because they’re scared of being made fun of or gossiped about? I can honestly say that that has happened to me before and it sucks. This isn’t some political post about the emotional damage induced by cliques, I just wanted to say that drama totally blows. If you participate in it, you should be ashamed, because not only is it terribly hurtful to the people that you aim it at, it also reflects terribly upon yourself. I know that I would much rather be with a super ugly nice girl than a smoking hot one who gossips and causes drama all the time. I think that many other guys would as well. This is not a complex issue. Cut the drama and the world could be a better place. The guy/girl you like might finally work up the courage to talk to you, you might not be half as afraid about hanging out with new and more interesting people, but most importantly you can finally be yourself. Just imagine how nice you would feel if all of those things happened. It’s in your hands. By the way, does anyone know where to buy an ice pack? Writing this post made that fifth-grade slap feel as fresh as a Subway sandwich and it hurts like a spider monkey.