No More Drama

It has come to my attention that I may be a bit guilty of being a tiny bit dramatic. You may say, "You? Karyn? No way. Never." But yes, I tend to over-dramatize situations a tiny bit. Like that fish I caught that one time on my middle school friend's dad's boat really was a shark. So it may have been a baby Nurse Shark, and Nurse Sharks may be virtually harmless to humans, but yes, I caught a shark, I swear it! And that one time that my dad hit me with that tennis ball and I had a really huge bruise that was like the size of a basketball? My bruise may have not been THAT big, but it did seem like it. My legs were smaller back then (though still bigger than the vast majority of girls my age) but the bruise really did take up the entire side of my thigh.

Now that I realize how overly dramatic I am, maybe, just maybe, the situation on Wednesday night with the wanting to crawl in hole and die may not have been as bad as I perceived it to be. At least I am now trying to convince myself of that. It was one night of pure mortification and I am now forgetting it. I could try to remedy the situation if the right place and time to remedy happens to chance upon me, however, I am not going to plan on trying to remedy it. I must remember that I cannot control every situation. I can't plan everything (though I am pretty darn good at the role of Planner, I even have the shirt to prove it).

Last night when I was telling my sister about my mortifying situation, she was all, "Just act like nothing is weird. Act like you don't know what happened. Win an Oscar." I proceeded to tell her that I am no actress, but she differed with me. She knows my ways. She knows that I play off my personal life like a pro when it comes to my family and co-workers. But for some reason, I lose all my abilities to be witty, funny, charming, calm, collected, etc... when it comes to certain people. Sometimes I wish life could be played anonymously. I can be myself through email, on here, on the phone...but the suffocating reality of self doubt plays in when it comes to real life social situations. I either shell up or blabber excessively about the invisible children of Northern Uganda and how they have to walk every night to another city and sleep in this huge room lined up like dead bodies because they fear being abducted by the Lord's Resistance Army and taken to "the bush".