am i the drama?

maybe, but also you were rude. on being called oversensitive.

Someone once asked me, “What is your weakness?” i said, “i’m sensitive. The smallest things hurt me.” They followed up, “And what’s your strength?” i replied, “Little things make me happy, too.”

The Good Quote

Scarlet Envy, on being dramatic.

A couple of weeks ago, i had what can only be described as an incident. It was a small, messy, emotional incident, which now lives rent-free in my head, somewhere between a “minor public showdown” and a “story that made people snigger behind my back.”

To set the scene: i swung into a workshop close to home that i know really well, maybe too well. Gently minding my own business, i heard a member of the all male staff say something about my appearance – a joke, allegedly. One of those offhand comments you’re supposed to laugh off and move on from. Except i didn’t. i didn’t laugh, i just felt my whole body freeze. i felt embarrassed, humiliated even. So i did what felt natural: i left. Stormed out, if i’m honest.