I really try to keep my life as drama-free as possible. Others around me don't, though.

I find that dealing with them, listening to them, trying to help and support them when they want it but NOT saying nor doing anything when they don't is exhausting.

Some people I know have drama thrust upon them whether or not they want it or mire themselves in decisions that bring it on. Some though, seem to thrive on it. They wallow in it like pigs in mud, covering themselves with the status and attention it brings them from the world. It seems like an addiction. They never get enough.

I wonder if they don't see themselves as I do, from outside the events. Do they consciously realize that each step they take, each choice they make brings them even more helpings of the same? Police reports, interventions, counseling, probation, broken homes, cheating mates, scared children, late night phone calls, panicked moments...

I don't think they see it. I think they say to themselves "my life is a mess, or it's hard or it's just supposed to be this way."
It makes my heart break because I'm talking about someone very close to me and I can't really help her. I can listen, hug, try to find reason in the maelstrom. She's going to do what she's going to do. And then I'll help put it back together. Again.