Let’s get one thing clear right from the go…I can’t stand gossip. Not the funny kind where you’re catching up with your best friend about something you went through. I’m talking about the kind where people sit around dissecting other people’s lives as if it’s a sport.
You know the kind of conversation I mean…a group huddled over coffee or cocktails, taking wild guesses about someone they barely know. And worse, saying it like it’s fact. I’ve been in those rooms before - unintentionally - and I can tell you now, I made a quiet but very permanent exit each time…but it also taught me so much about people.
It actually makes me feel a little sick how some people get a kick out of dragging others into casual conversation like it’s entertainment. You’ll see someone’s entire character rewritten in a few snide comments…and no one in the room bats an eyelid. That’s not connection. That’s just cruelty.
I’ve always believed that unless you’re directly involved in the situation, unless you know the facts and it actually affects your life, you have zero business discussing someone else’s personal life like it’s a trending topic. There’s something deeply unsettling about watching people make someone else’s story their talking point - especially when that person isn’t even in the room to defend themselves.