Please don't stop the music.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Why do so many people around me have to be such Drama Queens?

I don't deny the fact that I'm dramatic at certain times too, but seriously, I know too many overly dramatic people. The fact that I'm born into a family of Drama Queens makes it so much harder to escape Drama. There's the self-confessed selfish sister who makes such a big fuss out of everything and uses multiple swear words on a daily basis. Apparently, her PE teacher told her that some muscle in her leg was torn and she may never do sports again. She whines about not being able to do sports and right after that, goes off to swim at some random place in her continuous effort to lose weight. Doesn't make sense. Never will.

Then there's the Queen of all Drama Queens: my mother. Constantly cries about how unfilial me and my sister are and complains about me to her church friends. When I came back from school just now with a high fever again, she makes a big commotion and asks my sister to run (which my sister then retorts with a reminder of her possibly-useless-forever legs) to the clinic to register my name first. Then, she forces me to rush to the clinic (which is a different clinic from the one I visited JUST ONE DAY AGO). At the clinic, I say that it's too early to determine whether the first doctor I went to is good or not, and she starts ranting about my fickle-mindedness and saying that if I don't want to see the doctor, she can just tell the person at the counter and we can leave. Mind you, it was her idea in the first place. I told her that and she blamed my sister for registering. Nice. When it was my turn to see the doctor, she went in with me and made unnecessary comments (like reacting with a gasp and an "Ahh" in a told-you-so kind of tone when the doctor showed her that my temperature was 38.8). She also told the doctor that she boils Barley but I never drink it, which prompts the doctor to ask me to co-operate with "Mommy". This reminds me of BLim who called my mother "Mommy" too. Then she proceeds to fish out the medicine from the other doctor and the two of them complain about how incompetent the other doctor is, because he apparently gave me some old medicine.

By the way, the moment we went out, she totally forgot what the doctor said. She only remembered the part where I must co-operate with "Mommy" and even tried to use it against me. Sometimes I wonder if it's a good or bad thing that both my sister and I inherited such dramatics.

Anyway, the doctor said he was surprised I could survive with such a swollen throat. His exact words were: "Don't you feel pain?", which can be interpreted in two ways. Either he's calling me a human being with no feeling or it's a sincere question. I wanted to scream in his face that YES IT HURTS LIKE HELL WHY DO YOU THINK I'M SITTING IN FRONT OF YOU RIGHT NOW but decided to save my throat from anymore strain and replied curtly with a "Yes". Also, he commented on my medical history and said that I suffer from a lot of throat inflammations and infections. Weird. Maybe I sing too much. Another weird thing is that the lady at the counter couldn't find my name in the computer, so my mother asked her to try different combinations of my name. Like, "Daniel Chee", "Daniel Tao" and other variations derived from my full name. Even my NRIC number didn't register with anything in the computer. In the end, she found it randomly when she saw a "Chee".

In another random part of my head, I was thinking about analogies of life and death. I think the one I can relate to the most is a bicycle ride over a hill. The journey's tough, but eventually I'll reach the peak and the rest, as they say, is history. Which in this case, refers to the exhilaration of gliding down a slope on a bicycle. Seeing as how I don't know how to cycle, I'll just crash and then die. Even if I'm able to hit the brakes, inertia will probably just fling me a hundred feet into the air. That really isn't such a bad thing because at least I know that just before I died, I enjoyed life. Okay, exaggeration. But still, I really shouldn't waste life being so concerned with petty little things and people who don't appreciate me. See, there's always a lesson to be learnt from every weird thing I say.

School was pretty messed up today because I spent half the time coughing/blowing my nose/drinking water, and the other half was spent on worrying about homework and Maths. Thankfully, I'll be able to pass the CT. Or at least I hope I will be. During Literature, I was praying fervently that my temperature wasn't going to shoot past 37.6 because I couldn't afford to be sent back home. It didn't have enough time to climb to that temperature and stopped just 0.2 degrees under that. Whew. And to think the doctor took a few seconds just to measure a temperature of 38.8.

Okay that's not the point. The point is, (I'm back to Drama Queens), that when you've been faced with so much superficiality your entire life, just a little hint of it can drive you crazy. I think that's what's been happening with me lately. I'm getting irritated real easily at certain things (okay maybe this is just my problem), and I'm beginning to see things for what they are. To quote Rihanna,

But you put on quite a show,
Really had me going.
Now it's time to go,
Curtain's finally closing.
That was quite a show,
Very entertaining.
But it's over now.

Except in this case, I never believed a single bit of your shit.

11:38 PM