I just remembered the time when I was 8 and had a complete emotional breakdown because my password journal wouldn’t recognize my voice.
So to answer your question, yes I’ve always been this dramatic.
I was told by a man that I couldn’t explain oysters to him well enough because “ya know…” A FEMALE, and asked if I could get my male chef to come explain the difference to him instead. I fuckin love being a woman in the service industry.
Five year old entirely unprompted after laying quietly in bed: “Daddy, why does my mind show me the things I don’t like? My mind likes them but I don’t.”