We come across articles online or in the papers about the divaesque behavior of the celebs. But what about the diva that lives within us all? The one who is temperamental? Volatile even and turns away in a huff? The one who turns up their nose at some transgression-imagined or otherwise.
I am very closely associated with one such person. And another one makes a cameo appearance from time to time and then goes back to playing their usual full-time role.
Greta Garbo always had an anecdote attributed to her, “I vant to be alone”
One of my peeps sometimes becomes Garboesque and goes into ‘I want to be alone’ mode and there will be the sound of a door closing somewhere for about half and hour. After that time has lapsed, slightly subdued but ostensibly normal person emerges. But the diva lurks within.
The other diva is full-blown and totally OTT! There are lamentations of happiness being denied, lives being ruined and expressions of angst and agony to rival the actors of the Silent Era of movies.
Doors occasionally slam as well. But there is a zero-tolerance on door slamming so the anger is demonstrated in other ways. Things get flung around at times but there being an embargo on breakages; that line isn’t crossed.
I like to follow a ‘you break it, you bought it’ policy except mine is ‘you break it, you clean it up PRONTO’!
These divas are cute for the most part and not always very high maintenance. I have to write that because if they start writing their memoirs some day, I shudder to think how I’ll be portrayed. Yikes!