Intrigued by Lady Gaga’s popularity, we question whether her voice alone would captivate us, or if it’s her self-proclaimed drama queen persona that draws us in. Similarly, we ponder why certain songs like “All of Me” evoke tears, regardless of their seemingly commonplace lyrics. Could it be that we are infatuated with drama? Why do we chase it rather than avoiding it when it approaches?
Many acquaintances and well-meaning individuals label me as dramatic repeatedly. But what does it truly mean to be dramatic? Is it perhaps an unspoken association with hysteria, particularly among middle-aged women, derived from the Latin word for uterus? I respectfully decline that interpretation, Mr. Freud, as I believe the adjective “dramatic” has its own distinct definition. It signifies excitement, suspense, drawing inspiration from the drama genre, a poet’s theatrical creation, or the suspenseful nature of a play.
Does this characterization suit me?
Indeed, I would say so. What does it entail to be dramatic in life? Is it losing control, becoming louder, or succumbing to tears? If these actions define being dramatic, then I wholeheartedly embrace it. I recall numerous instances of breaking up at the end of an exhausting relationship or even after a passionate affair. Eventually, I would reach a point where I could no longer bear keeping my emotions to myself. With a lump in my throat and a racing heart, I would implore for conversations, engaging in them while crying and screaming, aware that by then, it was often too late. The drama had played out, as had my self-restraint. But did it harm me? No, being dramatic does not inflict pain, but withholding emotions does. Suppressing emotions hurts.
Returning to the subject of dramatic music and singers who exude suffering:
Imagine listening to a playlist of songs. Throughout the evening, gentle melodies accompany your conversations, but the next morning, you struggle to recall any of the tunes. What conclusion would you draw? It’s as if a blank slate were left behind. The music merely served as a pleasant backdrop to a potentially enjoyable and entertaining interaction. It wasn’t the star of the evening; it failed to etch itself into your memory. However, there are those nights when little needs to be said because a particular song takes the stage. Your heart races; inhibitions fade away; the urge to dance overwhelms you. And there it is: passion. A sensation that, like an erratic heartbeat during a cardiac episode, surges through your chest, captivating your thoughts and setting them free.
So, do I prefer and embrace the exhilarating impact and fiery temperament of a Lady Gaga? Absolutely. Hell yeah, let the show begin!
Kath Kolumna shares her thoughts and insights about dating in the big city of Berlin, the confusions of a late 20’s woman’s sex life, and never-ending discussions with friends and strangers about relationships.
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