Tuesday, October 20, 2009
I guess people will always talk no matter what you do...The fable that is so aptly described by the story of the donkey, father and son.
They talk if you look good or better than them.
They talk if you look bad.
They talk if you win something, accusations of big headedness and pompousness
They talk if you lose as well, of course she'd lose just look at her, doesn't even know what she's doing.
They talk if you look standoffish, they say she thinks she's all that she's put herself on a pedestal
They talk if you're friendly, look she's such a flirt she's using her wiles to get her way.
They talk if you're ordinary( wait maybe they dont)
They talk if you're different saying shsshhh i heard this about her "kind"; call it a minesweeping statement.
But you know what all this verbal diarrhoea has just got me amused in disgusted way. It's like watching hermit crabs scuttle from shell to shell whispering to each other whatever new grains of gossip the sea brings with it. The fact that they talk makes me, above all, honoured that they would pay me such a great compliment by spending time analyzing things about me. All they've got to do is ask you know. But then you'd get it with a dash of spice for sure.