1.16.2006
I hate gossip!
A recent dinner with a friend reasurred me of how much I hate rumors. Especially those which concern "us."
We had this agreement to have dinner together since we were free earlier than usual today. Picked a restuarant, sat down. We ordered, chatted a bit.
Friend:"So, tell me what have you heard about me?"
Me:"Your gossip? You mean the gossip that's about you?"
Friend: "Yeah, I want to know what people say about me."
Me:"Oh... so... um... how's that rosemary chicken you have, good?"
Friend:"Don't dodge the question! Just say it!"
Me:"Well. you know. well."
Friend:"Oh, what?"
Me:"Okay, okay. well, I only heard some things about you..."
So the conversation continued. I told her about what I had heard about "her gossip."
And she told me what really happened. Surprise surprise. None of it was true!
To be honest, if it wasn't for a good friend that Ryan and I have, I wouldn't even know this new friend at all. And if she didn't ask so directly about the gossip, I wouldn't even have known the truth (not that I really care one way or the other). But rumors do snowball as they are spread. Scary!
And surprise surprise, I asked the same question in return and found out some really unbelieveable shit about "myself." I got the chance to tell her what really happened, too!
Oh well, I guess everyone has a past. But what is frightening is that people might formulate opinions of me simply from the "gossip" past that circulates and I would never know!
Arghhhhh. Gossip!
I know that if I say I will never gossip about people again, I'd be a big fat liar. But somehow this conversation over dinner really made me think. Before we said bye after dinner I asked her a favor: "Please be sure to ask me anything you are curious about next time you hear it!"
There was one thing I should have told her but I never did: "I really appreciate you for being so open with me. And I think I know you more now than I would have ever expected."
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