GOSSIP TUESDAY

Don't waste your time with explanations: people only hear what they want to hear. Just because something isn't a lie does not mean that it isn't deceptive. A liar knows that he is a liar, but one who speaks mere portions of truth in order to deceive is a craftsman of destruction. Gossip is just a tool to distract people who have nothing better to do from feeling jealous of those few of us still remaining with noble hearts.

Some people say—not to my face, mind you—that I’m a cowardly son of a hell. And that is simply not true. My mom is not an angel .
 Popular culture is a place where pity is called compassion, flattery is called love, propaganda is called knowledge, tension is called peace, gossip is called news, and auto-tune is called singing. I never gossip. I observe. And then relay my observations to practically everyone.

People like to think the worst. They like to have hushed gossip sessions and point their fingers at someone's problems that are more obvious than their own. It's only gossip if you repeat it. Until then, it's gathering information. It is presumptuous to draw conclusions about a person from what one has heard. Some say our national pastime is baseball. Not me. It's gossip.

Men and women walked casually about as they did on the main floor, every now and then stopping one another, exchanging pleasantries or scraps of relevantly irrelevant information. Gossip. Bittersweet? No, just bitter, the taste of your tongue. Words you can’t have back, so they linger.