I’m not afraid to admit it, “I am a Drama King!” Not the king of drama…I don’t write it then produce it, nor am I the leader of a major chunk of land called Moody-ville…but anyone standing nearby quickly realizes the slightest mishap or scent of anything out of the ordinary freaks me out.
Hypochondriac is my middle name and I wear it well.
A new disease rises out of Mexico and instantly I shut every window in the house, frantically rush to the car making sure I don’t breathe and stand three hundred feet from the nearest sneeze. Master Todd Harris demonstrates a choking technique and before he finishes the sentence I’m staring into the darkness of the soul in front of me sternly delivering, “Don’t mess with my career…touch my neck and I’ll find your weakness.” If I’m scheduled for a meeting or an event, my arrival time is two hours before it slated to begin. You can’t be late if you put total focus on always being early.
I’m not weird! But every chance I get I’ll play out the role on the radio. Away from your stereo system the Drama King’s journey is completely 100% the best way to travel. Who says that? Buddhist Monk and spiritual leader Thick Nhat Hahn, “Compressing your emotions leads to sicknesses that can’t be cured.”
I feel so much because I grew extremely tired of being numb.
Suddenly opening the door to a world of whoa so much turns into several embarrassing situations on the chick flick front. Movie critics slowly walk by asking for your view and I can’t get past, “You had me at hello.”
No matter how professional you feel keeping all things compressed, the energy will find its way out…drugs, alcohol, divorce, nonstop cold and flu, simple scratches on the arms that were really put there by paper clips or anything sharp. Walk within my sight and your eyes echo a tale, it’s up to you to tell or assumption will guide the world toward destinations much deeper than the hole already dug.
Careful now…those who feel are easy destruction targets. One look at coffee and power drink sales and instantly we qualify for free travel miles…there’s no better way to get back up then to lean really hard on the compassionate one. Up you go and the drama still sits at the bottom of the hole with the hand holder whose forgot to bring a ladder. One who feels always feels, you can’t stop feeling and if you try, it becomes an itch, twitch, a hum that’s out of tune and to whom do you place blame…oh they went that way!
Thick Nhat Hahn leads parents in the way of convincing children to emotionalize…to trust their ambition of letting go. In time, they learn to control it. A little farther down the trail and you discover ways to recognize its behaviors before birth. Bosses who are constantly edgy might not find fault in the workplace but because it provides a safe environment to vent…they let it rip.
This is where I normally say, “Wow! This is a great time to write!”
One in ten billion, trillion and a half a ca-zillion physically realize the importance of that outlet. Writers are nerds. Writing is stupid. Writing is a waste of time. Writing can be read by people too close to your problem. Writing is a paper trail toward stupid boring poetry that could include Winnie the Pooh and Tigger too.
You are so right! To write is the most God awful way to communicate. We are killing trees when we put words down on paper! How dare we think anything we write has the ability to free us from something so invisible even the invisible man walks away shaking his head!
Grrrrr…yuck! Anger! Bad words! Self created new words! You can’t think because thinking stinks too! More grrrr! If you were a can of warm Pepsi you’d pop your own top then shoot everywhere because it just felt so good to finally escape. Aaaaaaaaah!
And you thought I was a Drama King?
If you have uncontrollable urges to be a jerk…make your bed every morning. Not before you leave for work, not after the shower…the very second your feet touch the floor, turn to the bed and make it. When you start to take care of the things that bring you comfort, the moment you feel discomfort you look beyond the unrest in ways of seeking a better way to locate a solution.
Can’t write or make the bed…nice! Do pushups. Not thirty, forty or fifty…just five. That’s it…no more no less. Anger brings horrible pain to your body. So does doing pushups but the end result of the effort is a stronger body not another human spirit downsized by your efforts to pull off a pick me up.
If you feel empty, your soul aches like a migraine…don’t fill it with chocolate or other shapes of false highs…drink water. Get full on something that will wash the bad out in ten or twenty minutes and when doing so softly whisper, “Bye bye bad mood…”
Tired of hearing the propaganda story of the week during the six o’clock news…rediscover music…find something new to call your own…modern jazz isn’t the jazz your parents used as a laxative. It’s shaped by the imagination of travelers just like you, leaving open just enough space to set your life and style within its groove.
Do you hate the idea of going to work because of a lack of job security? Here today, gone tomorrow? Fill that fear with a guarantee, a rose garden that craves your love and attention, spend an hour a week at an old folks home and feel true love blossom each time you walk through the door. Rescue a puppy or cat and help them heal in ways that couldn’t have happened without your dedication and loyalty.
Your body is a closet. The junk you keep in there won’t sell at a weekend garage sale…the rest of us already have too much. It’s good to be a drama king or queen. If someone has a problem with it, you’ll soon gain the confidence to stand up to their lack of self discipline and control.
Steal my art…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
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