(the) Drama

I keep using the one word: drama . Because sometimes that's the quickest explanation of the whirlwind of junk that seems to be sweeping through the lives of those close to me. "A lot of drama," I tell people when they ask what's been going on. It's easier to call it drama than to talk about fear of cancer, friends making bad choices, broken relationships, psych wards, unemployment, troubled families. But I was thinking today about that word, drama, and of the ways that what I want to dismiss doesn't so easily disappear. Often it seems, in fact, to go beyond logic. The results of what are apparently petty sins, selfishness, deceit and immaturity cut deep wounds into people's souls. Wounds that time is not sufficient to heal. Wounds that are still raw to the touch years later. Why? I wondered on the walk to work this morning. Why does the poison in some cases spread and spread, like a cancer itself, when it was just drama in the first place