My ex was one of these.
There is no such thing as a small, manageable problem with these people: everything is a permanently life-altering major catastrophe.
Me: How was your day?
Her: Well lemme tell ya, it wasn't pretty. First, I woke up this morning and stubbed my toe on my bedpost, and it's killing me. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna need to have reconstructive surgery.
Then today at work, my boss announced that the store is going to start carrying a new model of cell phone and gave me only three days to study up on all of its features so I can be prepared to start selling. As if having to know all about four different cell phones already wasn't enough, now I have to know five. This job is killing me.
Then on my way home from work tonight, I went through the drive-thru at McDonalds'. I ordered a Big Mac and told them repeatedly, NO pickles on my burger. Well when I took my first bite out of my sandwich, guess what I tasted? PICKLES! Do you realize that I'm allergic to pickles? Do you realize that it's a miracle that I only bit into a very small piece of one, otherwise you could be talking to a dead woman right now? Do you? Huh? Huh? Life is killing me.
So anyway, how was your day?
Me: ......
Have any guys here ever dated a Drama Queen?
Do any girls here have a friend who's one?
What do you think causes this type've behavior?
There is no such thing as a small, manageable problem with these people: everything is a permanently life-altering major catastrophe.
Me: How was your day?
Her: Well lemme tell ya, it wasn't pretty. First, I woke up this morning and stubbed my toe on my bedpost, and it's killing me. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna need to have reconstructive surgery.
Then today at work, my boss announced that the store is going to start carrying a new model of cell phone and gave me only three days to study up on all of its features so I can be prepared to start selling. As if having to know all about four different cell phones already wasn't enough, now I have to know five. This job is killing me.
Then on my way home from work tonight, I went through the drive-thru at McDonalds'. I ordered a Big Mac and told them repeatedly, NO pickles on my burger. Well when I took my first bite out of my sandwich, guess what I tasted? PICKLES! Do you realize that I'm allergic to pickles? Do you realize that it's a miracle that I only bit into a very small piece of one, otherwise you could be talking to a dead woman right now? Do you? Huh? Huh? Life is killing me.
So anyway, how was your day?
Me: ......
Have any guys here ever dated a Drama Queen?
Do any girls here have a friend who's one?
What do you think causes this type've behavior?