"How dare he say that I said that! He has no idea who I am or what I do!"
"She said what?! How could she?"
"You rotten horrible bastard! I can't believe I ever thought you were my friend!"
"To think I thought you could be trusted! You backstabbing double crossing bitch!"
Doors slam, keyboards are pounded furiously as each air their grievances to the cyber world. Bytes and bits take their pain and show it to the world. Each argues their side, winning friends over and turning them against the other.
Meanwhile I look up from the book I'm reading, confusion evident in my eyes. What in the world was that?
One ink smudged finger scratches at my head before I reach for the mouse and refresh the computer pages. I pick up a hoop of metal and begin wrapping it while I peruse the newest updates online. In another window a walkthrough for a game I'm interested in pulls up. Wow .... I didn't hear him call her a rotten troglodyte toucher who slept with birds to feed her feather addiction. And I'm pretty sure she never claimed that he was a dog licker who supplied rotten snot to the Blue Kings of south city. I sigh, shake my head, and go on to a story I'm working on to see if I can fill in that mile wide plot hole I somehow wrote myself into.
We're all supposed to care about it. We're supposed to pick a side. We're supposed to get involved.
I just can't care about it. No, really, I can't. I've tried, once or twice. It's just .... Look. I have over 600 books lining the wall of my dining room. They're not going to read themselves you know. I have stories tangled up in my mind like a yarn basket after a kitten is done with it. The players in my mind are not going to see where the knots are at, somebody who can see the whole thing needs to show them how to unravel this squirming mess they've created. I have games to play. No, no, not those type of games, though those bed games are a hell of a lot of fun too. But as I often have commented to friend's in the past "I have a city to save," (City of Heroes reference)
"or destroy, as the case may be." (City of Villains reference)
What it all comes down to is that I have a life to live. I have dishes to be washed, food to savor, scent to smell, love to experience. I could live a thousand lifetimes and still not have time to enjoy all the little joys that life has to offer us. Why on earth would I spend my time poring over and rehashing the pain and unhappiness of somebody else?
We have a rule here at our house. There are no lies, no secrets, and no dumb questions. We will be open and honest about anything and everything. So far this has done well for us, even extending to Miss Kid. If we have a problem with something we sit down and talk about it. We figure out what actions or words are causing the problem and we work together to fix it. We do not rely on he said, she said nonsense.
So all that drama that's floating around, looking for somebody to attach itself to? Brush on past it and live life. No seriously, go see if you can truly experience the sweet nectar of fresh fruit as it splashes over your tongue when you bite into the firm flesh. Wow ... that sounds naughty!
See if you can count the number of leaves on a tree .... and find all the wonderful creatures that call outside home. Read a book, write a story, do something besides create more chaos and hurt feelings. And if you find yourself listening to that wicked little voice of drama "pssst, hey, you, yeah, you, come here, you'll never believe what Sue told me about you"
tell it to go away. Ignore it. It'll starve faster that way. Better yet, nicely ask the person that supposedly said it. If you're the one being asked, be honest ... and considerate. You wouldn't want to be thought of as a wood humper who had gotten a nasty splinter disease, now would you? Spreading stories means they could come back to bite you in the ... well, you know.
Drama. I just don't care about it, no matter how much you say I should.*Apologies to troglodyte touchers, dog lickers, and wood humpers the world wide, I meant no offense and simply needed examples. I'm sure there's absolutely nothing wrong with you at all ... no matter what 'they' say.