Too Many Lamas

I had forgotten.... how could I have forgotten? I knew this was part of the scene and I knew it was not unusual. It had happened before. Many times before in the past. Why had I not seen it then?  Why had I not run screaming from the building then as my reptile brain was telling me to do now? 

As I sat talking to the hundredth DDD (Dumbfounded Drama-filled Dumass):a bread of Lama similar to the Holstein in copious production of the milk of Drama unkindness  but not as tasty as the STDD (Slut / Tease Drama Doll) breed: I began to get an urge to push them out of my killing range. In fact I began feeling trapped. 

I came to the club, name unimportant,  to see old friends I had not been able to see the whole trip and to wish others a happy Birthday. What had happened was thirty minutes of good conversation then an onslaught of DDDs and STDDs. 

I had forgotten how they sought my opinion. How they crowded around chewing the cud of this break up or that infatuation, shitting gossip and conspiracy theory all over my boots. I hate cleaning conspiracy off my boots.  I must have been some how immune to it back in the day. Somewhere in the past 10 yrs I lost my tolerance for it. Most likely , by the looks of things, my ex got it in the divorce.

SO after being surrounded by lamas I begin to get physically surrounded.... the club filling to MAx occupancy.... or at least the unmovable wall of flesh surrounding me would say.  With no where to go the Lama to my right threatened physical confrontation with their rival I hit a breaking point.

The “little voice” (really a desperate urge) started screaming “kill em all” and the anxiety rose in my gut. I HAD to leave. GO go to jail. 

TIME TO EAT THE LAMA

I chose to be there. I hose to go to this club and I chose to be polite and stay there. I chose not to look at the lamas and tell them in blunt terms to grow the fuck up and leave high school behind. We are responsible for the places we chose to stay. The ONLY two things we control are OUR actions and the ATTITUDE we take those in.  

I chose to get to a quieter place ...talk to a few friends then leave. I can not change a lama but i can tell it to leave or serve it up a big helping of reality. 

STAMPEDE!

It has been a while since I last posted. Mostly because the “heard” has not been running through my neck of the woods too often lately. Things have been interesting and yes there have been issues but nothing too big or too stupid to truly be called a Drama Lama. 

This past weekend that changed. There was a Drama Lama Stampede round these parts.  The weekend ended so depressingly and  started so horrifically bad that it is going to take multiple entrees to serve up this particular feast. 

So bear with me and I will try not to get lost out of order or burn the Lama. As always beans and coleslaw are on the table behind you, Sweet tea is in the pitcher and BYOB. 

Enjoy