For the Dramatics

“Oh my God!”

I gasp, clutching my chest like I’ve just witnessed a scandal.

Spoiler: I only tripped over absolutely nothing.

“Did you see that?!”

No, they didn’t.

Because the wind barely touched my hair,

but I felt it—deeply.

I don’t just enter a room; I arrive.

I don’t just sigh; I exhale with purpose.

And when life hands me an inconvenience,

best believe it’s a tragedy (for five minutes… then I’m fine).

“You’re so dramatic.”

Why yes, thank you for noticing!

Because life is too short for mild reactions.

Spilled coffee? A devastating loss.

Cute dog? A religious experience.

Someone tells me a story? I am living every detail.

(“And then what did she say?! No! I KNEW IT!”)

I am the gasp in a silent room,

the widened eyes, the hands over the mouth,

the unnecessary but completely necessary theatrics

of everyday existence.

Some people see the world in black and white.

I prefer technicolor with dramatic background music.

So yes, I am extra.

But never, ever fake.

And honestly?

What’s life without a little flair?

To my fellow dramatics—never let them dull your sparkle. The world needs our overreactions, our gasps, our fully committed storytelling. We make life interesting. Keep being extra.