Let’s face it, we’re all guilty of making someone’s ears ring at some point. How could we possibly walk through life without ever whispering at least one thing we’d never ever want a certain someone to hear? Hell, a few things! A dozen! Maybe TWO dozen! Gossip for er’body!
But it’s all fun and laughter-at-someone-else’s-expense until somebody starts stirring your pot, isn’t it? You find out someone may be saying something not so nice about you and suddenly that gossipy smirk is wiped from your face and you’re interrogating the source:
“Well…what did they say?”
“I don’t understand, what would anyone have to say about ME?!”
“Tell me who it is! I have a few choice words for them!”
“I’m perfect, fuck ’em!”
“MY LIFE IS OVER”
Dammit. Nothing humbles a shit talker faster than becoming the target.
But so goes the sad truth – while we’d like to think we’ll never say an ill word against our fellow (wo)man again, we will. We will again, and again, and again the next day. Because when somebody does somethin’ stupid we just have to inform each other of said stupidity. Be it your next door neighbor or that bum on 2nd & South. Just don’t tell us we’ve been talked about.
I’d rather be a hipocrate here in the dark. Alone. (Don’t go talkin’ about me now.)
But in all seriousness, maybe we should try to zip it once in a while. It doesn’t feel so nice when it’s us, right?