you may quote me



Wherever you see the term “drama,” as in “no drama”, it is safe to translate it here to derivatives of the unconscious.
Fear. Jealousy. Rage.
The worst of you.
The parts from which you turn away, the ongoing truth that you pervert.
In the very areas of yourself in which you paradoxically find yourself most excusable — for when you sin, it was because you were drunk, because you were fed up with someone, or because they deserved it, or because you have some kind of pathology of the mind.
In any case, some very important truth about who you are (including who you are not, but thought you were) is obscured, disavowed, beaten to death, but nonetheless heavy on the heart.
"No drama" is your drama. You are an actor in a play from which you attempt to forget the drama, but nonetheless demand to fully enjoy its spectatorship.
You are the drama.
The drama is you.