We all do it.
It circles around and around until, like a bad game of Chinese whispers, it gets back to you. “Is that what people really think of me”?
I do it.
Kids do it.
Teens do it.
‘Adults’ do it.
Real adults do it.
The middle aged do it.
Old ladies do it.
And apparently even boys do it nowadays.
I’m talkin’ bout gossip. Underhand comments. Whispers and looks when you walk past. Passing judgements on your every action. They’re all variations on the fact that people are too cowardly to tell you what they think to your face.
The thing I always liked about girls was that they either said it behind your back so you’d never hear, or said it right to your face so you knew the exact situation.
Boys, on the other hand, are either too fucking stupid or too fucking lazy to realise or care that just because they’re talking about you, and not to your face, doesn’t mean you can’t hear what they said. Well guess what. I have ears. They work pretty damn good. And standing close by means I can actually hear you.
Being on the other end of this bullshit makes me think; yup it sucks. So anyone and everyone, please consider this a formal apology if I have ever passed word around about you, true or false, I was in the wrong.
We have little reason and no right to judge others on their actions. So leave you with a quote (so long since I’ve given you one of these):
It is just as cowardly to judge an absent person as it is wicked to strike a defenseless one. Only the ignorant and narrow-minded gossip, for they speak of persons instead of things.
Lawrence G. Lovasik