Gossips

(picture was taken from the web and I have no idea who they are)

Gossips are fun, no doubt. Why wouldn't it be? You're talking about people whom you hate/love/like/don't like/friends/friendnemies etc etc, and you rejoice in watching their meltdown. You thrive on letting every little annoyance get to you and you call up the next person to complain and oh well, bitch about it. Everyone does it, consciously and unconsciously. Sometimes, it just feels like the right thing to do to let go of stress that is piling up. It starts of with "I have something to tell you, but you can't tell anyone. Did you know...". The rest, is history.

What I don't get is, how is it fun to listen to another person's meltdown? Especially if you hardly know the person and they don't even matter much to begin with? Why does it give us that sense of satisfaction to dwell in other person's misery and not even thinking of doing anything about it? Even if that person is not a saint to start of with, why does it feel so good to see them fall? Are we that discontent with our lives that we have to see others feeling as miserable as we are?

Gossips are fun, but what does that say about us, gossipers? It's not just a 'girl's thing', because I know many guys who have their fair share in this as well. To make matters worse, we are able to find many faults in others, but never ready to accept our own flaws when pointed at. I know many people who can't deal with confrontations. Some just don't deal because they choose to, but some don't deal because they are scared of what they will hear and what their perception on themselves will be.

So, if we are able to make that choice of putting our nose in someone else's business and enjoying while we're at it, it is only fair to expect that someone else out there is doing the exact same thing to you. If we are able to point out people's flaws at a point's notice, we should be able to accept that we are never near perfect and that some of the things we do are worth gossiping about too.

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