While visions of Scarlet O’Hara and Joan Crawford in a respective set of extreme meltdowns still hold up score cards and walk theatrically across the stage of my mind when I think about it, someone actually called me a drama queen last night. It was in the midst of unexpected light combat, intended as a joke, and taken back quickly. But you know me (fucking drama queen,) Today I’m still thinking about it… Oh gawd, could i get more boring? Could I? Let’s see, shall we?

According to Webster’s Dictionary the expression Drama Queen is a noun, has its origins in mid 1979, and means simply

a person given to often excessively emotional performances or reactions

It’s possible, considering this definition, that I may actually be something of a drama queen. It’s something I’ve said about myself when describing the past, or fear of the future. I admit it. But it’s another thing entirely when someone calls you names.

In the spirit of my new persona, I am going to stomp right down the hall now and lock myself in the bathroom. I’ll see you in a few hours, all dolled up, pretending nothing happened and offer to fix you supper, ok?

See you then.