It is hard being the bigger person. You know, the one who rises above things, turns the other cheek, lets it all go.
There are a few people in my life who like drama. Lots and lots of drama. Sadly, they are very close relatives so it is hard to say to them: Screw you and your drama, I’m outta here.
I’d like to do that but it would just create even more drama.
We were supposed to have a family barbecue last weekend. All week it had been pouring with rain. Parts of Sydney were flooded. My sister, who was holding the barbecue, had a flooded garden. This meant we would all have to eat lunch in her tiny kitchen because she doesn’t have a dining room or even a dining table. She rang the day before and expressed her reservations about everyone standing around inside. She didn’t know what to do so I told her to postpone it until the weather cleared up.
You would think that there could be no drama created from that situation but you don’t know my family.
They put the Q in Drama Queen.
Somehow I was blamed for the cancellation of the barbecue. It seems I ruined everyone’s fun. It seems I always ruin everyone’s fun.
My family are prone to generalise, to exaggerate. When they see a molehill they immediately want to turn it into a mountain.
Even talking about this makes me feel as petty as them, but I am mentioning it because I am sick of it.
I can’t do it anymore and I don’t know what to do.
There is so much wrong in the world – death, hunger, genocide, environmental destruction. Does it really matter about a cancelled barbecue?
I feel like screaming at them STOP. Stop trying to hurt me. Over and over and over.
Just act nice. Play nice. Be nice.
But they won’t.
So once again I’m stuck singing the same old song.
The risin’ above it blues.
And I think it’s time to change the record.