Like most teen, acne-riddled girls, my life was plagued with female drama every waking second of my day when I was fourteen. Half the friends I surrounded myself with didn't like someone else in the group, but tolerated them anyway. We all gossiped, made fun of, and got angry at and about eachother constantly. Frankly, it was exhausting, and I spent the better part of my early teenage years crying.
But as we grew older, went to high school, and stopped listening to boy bands and starting listening to alternative rock, the drama gradually decreased. Many of us went our separate ways after realizing we didn't much like each other, and never really spoke again. And now, thank God, my life is in a relative state of peace, rather than constantly on the verge of an emotional nuclear war.
And for most women, I think the story goes the same way. We stop having the time and we start having the tact to realize that drama is more trouble than the minute closeness we got with another young female that came from bitching about someone else. We become more emotionally stable and confident, and thus we're able to carry on conversations and relationships not based on a mutual dislike of others.
Though some of these habits still remain (because we're women, and that's what we do despite our greatest efforts), there are women that I am encountering in my life that still feed off that dramatic tension. They make angry eyes at another woman across the room, or they whisper quietly, putting on fake smiles when someone they have issue with walks by. And it isn't about a few people in particular, they will talk shit on almost anyone. I can't help but wonder how insecure a woman would need to feel in order to live her life this way, or how many friends she'll have later in life.
However, I've also learned that fortunately these women all gravitate towards each other like some sort of unsettling colony, so they are easy to spot and ignore. But if I could, I would love to study these women, tag them, and release them back into the wild. Do they still listen to the Backstreet Boys and watch Spice World? Do they have girls' nights with red wine and Tupperware parties, secretly all lamenting that Sandy showed up, even though she was courteously and warmly invited by all? I can't help but think they can ever truly know who they can count on and who will be there for them in the end. It's really a sick way to live.
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