The Drama Pheromone

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Most men would say we as women we are born with drama in our blood, like it's some sort of instinct. As the mother of two daughters, I would have to agree.

But if so at what age does it actually kick in? For me it would probably be at around two. I have been reminded most of my life of my abuse of the f-bomb at an early age.

One particular incident happened at the local Walmart, where from the front of a cart, I dropped that curse word on my dear grandmother in a tantrum. She promptly "slap my jaws" as she described it. I slapped her back. The slapping game went on until another shopper chastised my grandmother. But before she could respond I dropped the f-grenade on that good Samaritan. She just walked away.

That small scenario is a lifetime of dramatrix that I have cultivated. However, as an adult I have really tried to avoid and not instigate drama. It seems to find me no matter the efforts I employ. It's as if I have some sort of pheromone that people with drama are attracted to. They seek me out then feel the need to share the most intimate and astounding problems with me.

I've developed a theory that my addiction to Diet Pepsi may be a contributing factor. You know like if you smell sweet bees fly around you. Taking this theory and applying it to my life was a short lived experiment. After day three without soda I was sitting in a parking lot drinking it straight from the 2 liter...at room temperature. Yeah I said room temperature.


So I've come to the harsh but rational conclusion that drama and I... well we are a package deal. Oddly I'm at peace with it. Unfortunately I can't say the same thing for my other half. Since he's the one that suffers the most from her wrath. For example...there was that time he fell out of tree was briefly blinded and lifelighted to a hospital, or that time he broke his wrist then six months later had surgery on the opposite arm, oh and that time he totaled the car and hurt his back....well you get the point. Luckily the head injuries have worked to my benefit. He is still around.

One day a close friend and I were recounting the story of my dramatic life--laughing as usual. She suggested that I would make a great reality show. At first I thought she was right then I quickly reconsidered. The first time I dropped that f-bomb on TV would warrant a trip to the clergy's office and I don't want that.  Old habits die hard especially when one possesses the Drama Pheromone.

Do you have the drama pheromone?If so explain why.