A few months ago, I picked up a friend from the airport. She was returning from the wedding of a friend of hers from college, and as we drove home, she filled me in on the drama of the weekend. Things got dicey with one friend in particular, who was hot and cold with her the whole time and whose behavior devolved into that of a child, or perhaps an adult with poor emotional regulation. I was horrified by what she described, largely because I think that kind of behavior is unacceptable at any age, and especially in your 30s. If a teenager or college student is histrionic, I don’t condone it, but at least I can understand it — their hormones are all over the place, their frontal lobes aren’t fully developed, and they’re still figuring out how to relate to people as an adult. If that behavior’s still happening at 30, they don’t really have any excuses. They might just be crazy.
My friend sighed and leaned back against the headrest. “All of my friends from college are drama,” she said. “Are your friends like that?”
I thought for a while, flipping through my mental Rolodex as I changed lanes. “No,” I said. “I think I have a very low tolerance for drama.”
Only later did I realize that I had given myself too much credit.