I had a whole thing written out about how a small piece of insignificant gossip about yours truly tripped me out and has provided me with entertainment for about a week now. But it’s really kind of silly. It’s related to secret mini-crushes and speculation and someone’s self-admitted difficulty with keeping their mouth shut. But it’s really no big deal. I could call some folks out, but I won’t. It’s just funny. If you happen to catch me late at night on Yahoo IM and I’m drunk enough, you could probably take advantage of me and weasel some information out of me. But for the most part, I’m sticking with my “I shall neither confirm nor deny” policy.
Gossip is a funny thing. A double-edged sword, for sure. You don’t want other people talking about you behind your back. I take that back. Sometimes I do, because it’s a way for information about me to get around without me having the balls to say it to people’s faces. And isn’t it a smidge flattering to know that people are interested enough in you to talk about you? But the second they have something less-than-nice to say, well, it’s no fun anymore. And there’s the whole telephone-game aspect of it, where whatever was said initially (good or bad) gets all distorted and blown out of proportion. That’s never good. Funny thing, that gossip.
