Drama

So. Much. Drama.

I guess it was too good to last, last year. There was hardly any drama in my life. And the drama that did happen was resolved quickly and quietly, then forgotten.

Now, it seems as if the reprise has ended. And it's not even my drama. It's just all the fencing club kids. I use the term "kids" lightly; all of them are 18, if not older. And it's mostly the people in my year and the year above. Just everyone making mistakes and blowing things out of proportion. Miscommunication, misunderstandings, just lots of negative prefixes.

And I've always prided myself in being that person that everyone can talk to. I try really hard not to make judgements without knowing all the sides of the story. But lately, it's almost been too much for me. I may start recommending that some of my friends seek professional help. As much as I like giving advice and seeing how well it works, there are some things that are out of my depth.

Two of the guys had a meeting with our faculty advisor today. I'm meeting up with one of them in a half hour to talk about all of the drama that's been going on. Poor him. He's made so many terrible mistakes in the past few weeks and almost all of the drama is centered around him. I really hope I can help him tonight. But I may be telling him to see a psychologist of psychiatrist or something. Some of his problems are ridiculously huge. I just don't know how much more of this I can take.

And this is one of my main reasons that I'm probably not going to rejoin fencing next year. We all spend so much time with each other (practice 3 times a week, usually going to someone's apartment Friday night then someone else's Saturday) without long breaks that tensions build and finally break. Break the bonds of normal friendship and digress into blatant loathing and intentional drama-creating.

I feel that one of the reasons I'm rather good friends with my dorm-mates is that, as often as we see each other, we rarely spend hours upon endless hours in each other's company. The only person I ever spend an extended amount of time with is Victoria and she doesn't count; she's my roommate.

And maybe this just proves I'm more of an introvert than previously thought. If I spend a lot of time with a certain group of people, I'll start to feel like I'm spending too much time with them and start distancing myself. This is kind of what happened my senior year of high school, now that I think about it. I pretty much hung out with the same group of kids from 7th grade to 11th grade, then in 12th grade, I started trying to hang out with them less and other random friends of mine more. I think, eventually, some of the friends from the original group figured out what I was doing and were okay with it and the others just thought I was being a jerk. But honestly, I just can't hang out with just one group of people. I need a large friend base so that I don't go crazy.

But I'll always have those friends who I could spend three weeks with and not get sick of them. There are only a few, and I'm pretty sure most of them read this blog as of today. So, if you're reading this, please ignore everything I just said because it doesn't apply to you.

But all in all, I'll need to think about this some more, over think it, then simplify it to its core.