This quotation actually had me laughing…
I was never involved in gossip as a kid – I was so preoccupied with sports that I had few friends, and even less time to spend with the ones I did have. I was somewhat awkward and marched to (well, skated or danced to) my own drum. I didn’t get involved in gossip because I wasn’t really privy to it – the popular girls always seemed to have something incredibly interesting to discuss but…I wasn’t included in their activities (including small, whispered gatherings in halls between class.) I was the last to hear who was dating whom, or what all. And that was fine – I honestly didn’t care about it to begin with. For me, it was all about ice time, food, and homework!
So fortunately I wasn’t listening to the goings on then… And I didn’t when I started working just out of college either. I was, literally, OBLIVIOUS! I would mind my business, do my work, and laugh along the way. Once in a blue moon I’d be utterly taken aback, frankly to the surprise of others, regarding “something about someone” – I wasn’t in the loop so often things would shock me, while others would say “uh…hello! Where have YOU been?!”
Um….under a rock, apparently. And I LIKE IT THERE!
The last year or two I was exposed to FAR too much gossip for my taste (any is too much, so a LOT is flat-out ugly!) It was unpleasant on so many levels, and I still can’t really figure it out – I don’t have the innate desire to discuss others’ whereabouts of goings on, unless it revolves around immediate family. In fact, I got really exhausted when accused of gossiping – at nearly 37 I am still the LAST person to know anything!! Why? I don’t gossip! I will literally start humming like a five year-old with fingers in my ears. I don’t want to hear it. Listening to that stuff is usually pretty toxic, often peppered with falsities, and just bad news. I like living in a positive state, around positive, supportive people so all that stuff is just not for moi.
So I personally LOVE this quotation…
If, for some AWFUL reason, gossip floundered around, unable to kick the bucket…fair forewarning that I will send it on over to the guillotine.
~*fingers in ears*~ “La la la laaaa! I can’t hear youuuu!”