You know those people of whom the expression “they chase drama, or simply create it” could be written for? Well, I may be one of them. While I can keep a friend for more than one season of my life (sorry, LC), I am most certainly that person that can fill the Monday dreariness with a cringe-worthy yet tantalizing story of drama, awkwardness (see last week’s article) and train-wreckage. I would like to think that, like Serena van der Woodsen , these things just happen, but when they happen repetitively it’s time to pull out the hard questions: Does Lady Drama have it in for me, or am I simply creating these antics all on my own? Logistically, how exactly does drama chase someone? Despite how it may seem beneath your four-cocktail haze, it can’t run after you shouting “Hey you! Isn’t it time you throw your drink and leave in an angry huff?” (Note: I have NEVER thrown my drink [umm that’s BOOZE in there!], so don’t go believing everything you read). So if drama is not chasing you through the crowds of The Social, who’s to blame?

Whether it’s slapping a smile on your face through the most unbearable of circumstances (“Who is that bitch he’s sitting beside?!”) or storming out of a new ‘friend’s apartment (“You’re ignoring me!”), the common denominator is: you (and me. Let’s go with the gentler “us”). All of this causal thinking causes me to believe that drama is simply a series of subjective reactions to objective situations. Yes, your reactions- ours. To avoid knocking our self esteem any further, I will tack on that some people provoke these reactions from us, and thus may get what’s coming. Some don’t, and it is to them that I direct a whole-hearted apology. They’re usually the ones stroking your hair as the tears mix with the rain; who call to make sure you got home alright and again to ensure that you can lift your head from the pillow the following day, who answer your calls after you yell drunkenly at them. After enough dramatic evenings, this pool of dear friends may be reduced to just one: your mom. But like never forgetting your birthday, I’m pretty sure that’s what mothers do. Now, I can rehash tragic reality after shameful lie in hope that you can avoid ruining your boots on an hour-long walk home in the rain, but the truth is, some people like the drama. It gives them something to discuss at the office, over a weekly coffee date, on msn, and maybe, just maybe, lets the masses believe that their banal lives may in fact be worthy of their own reality show. While you all await ‘Survivor: The Dramatic Life’, I’ll be at home, out of drama’s way- that crazy dame chases me ALL over town.