Inside the mind of a woman

Gossip, as described in Wikipedia, is idle talk that centers most of the time on the personal and more importantly private affairs of other people. While the topic of the discussion may or may not be necessarily based on fact, there is a discussion that takes place and a satisfaction derived out of talking about someone else’s fetish, sexual activities, or wardrobe.

This form of excited chatter is not isolated to a particular country, race, or religion. It exists in every little place or community that we go to and thrive in. No one is exempted from being a subject of gossip and I’ll bet that at least once, your life, your shoes, your breathe, your date, your ex have been talked about by two or more people. That is assuming you are a normal human being and not locked up inside 4 walls without windows your whole life.

But do you know that while some celebrities encourage gossip (makes for increased popularity), it can actually be destructive to those who take it hard or have difficulty dealing with it. I have seen many become depressed, suicidal, and grow up broken. But some live to become normal, even successful human beings.

Did you know that I (and my life and loves) have been hot topics of several huddled and excited conversations for as long as I remember. Like how I used to date this student from someone’s lab class, or how I had this extreme crush on that cute guy from the 7th floor, or how I had flunked my last exam even if I said I didnt, or how I failed when I was assigned a lead role the first time and thats why I got transferred, or how I was supposedly carrying my ex’s baby or how I have been such a crappy team player that all my team mates apparently hated me, or apparently how I had actually kissed a girl, yadidadida.

Sigh. Those were the days. Even now, so many years later, I can remember which stories were juicy enough to last more than a day, and those that were merely disregarded as unimportant. Makes me smile really. You ask why? Because all this talk tells me only one thing, I have lived an exciting life. If I were a mouse, I doubt anyone would even think of bringing me up in a conversation.

Why you ask, because like any warm blooded human, I too enjoy a good (and harmless) round of gossip. I do not set out to gossip to purposely hurt anyone but the fantasy of living through someone else’s life is such an exhilirating drug. It is more exciting to believe that someone you know lives the life you only hear about on TV or read about in glossies.

Now we have taken to gossip about ourselves instead of other people. With years of past adventures documented in our not so innocent (anymore) minds, why talk about others when we can talk about ourselves?