Thanks for all the anti-female friend solidarity expressed in the last post's comments.
I am, however, a stupid, ignorant cow. I go on and on about female drama, yet my entire weekend has been composed of me wailing and flailing. As I've mentioned before, I have this godawful project thing due tomorrow and I am so unprepared for its submission it's not even funny. In fact, I'm so unprepared that I'm blogging when I should be writing it. This weekend has found me mostly crying and lamenting, with poor Dude attempting to comfort me with, "You can only do your best." over and over again. It's his new mantra. Apparently he thinks that when I hear it for the one hundredth time I may believe it. He's a dear soul sometimes.
So here I am, agonising and flipping out. She who despises female drama is being melodramatic to heights yet unknown. What a hypocrite.
I shall keep telling myself that the difference between them and me is that I'm not projecting all this angst and misery on unsuspecting friends. Oh wait...so I AM. Shit.
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Yeah sweetie, but we can click off...
Hey good luck with it and remember:
YOU CAN ONLY DO YOUR BEST
(helping you to get to that magic 100 number)
Nope, I'm sorry, you don't qualify for the title of drama queen yet. At least not in my book. You're not making a big deal out of some minor thing that someone forgot to say, or did say, that hurt your feelings, blah blah blah.
A project with a due date in my book is a perfectly acceptable thing to complain about. But I have full faith that you'll get it done. It may not be perfect (I have a feeling that the perfectionist trait is another one a lot of us share), but it will be good enough.
Actually, your project drama is very comforting to me...reminds me that I am not in school any more and have no need to turn in any more projects. Hooray! Feel free to dramatize any time you like.
Good luck with it; I have a sneaking suspicion it will be great.
Reminded me of that episode of Friends where Phoebe says, "Oh, hello, kettle? This is Monica. You're black."
Good luck with that bastard (YOUR PAPER, not your HUSBAND).
I agree, hysterics over a legitimately unfinished-yet-due-in-nanseconds project certainly does NOT qualify as annoying female histrionics. And even if it did, we would adore you anyway--histrionics are more acceptable when presented in an amusing fashion by an excellent writer, such as yourself.
All I can do is repeat what you said in your last post - I can handle your drama because at least you do it right!
And seriously... your stress in no way compares to the trauma and psyche-scaring pain of being in a room without clear access to a bathroom. I mean, try putting yourself in her shoes for just a moment, will you?
Shut up already, Mrs Kettle ;)
You've missed the point entirely... it's only OTHER people's shit that classifies as annoying hystrionics. When it's your own... it's completely valid.
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