They Love To Talk

Telephone (the game): One person starts. They think of something to say and passes it to the next person. The next person repeats what that person says to the next and so on and so on. Once the last person is told the "secret," they repeat it to the whole group. Oddly enough, the "secret" revealed by the last person is different, sometimes really different, from what the original one said.

Now think about it. Telephone is a game we play for fun; however, we play this game everyday. It's called gossiping. There's no denying that everyone loves to gossip, especially girls. I mean, that's where our awkward moments turn into really interesting ones. But when something is stretched into something hurtful or shocking, we know someone in that chain of lies fucked up real bad.

Gossiping leads to wrong conclusions about someone or someone's situation. When word gets out about someone or something, especially if it is wrong, other people begin to talk and judge. And seriously, if I wasn't writing this, I'd be like "So?" But writing this makes me realize that it is so fucked up to say things that I heard to other people when, in fact, I don't even know if it's true or not. Making conclusions about someone, in general, is pretty messed up and for the same reason. We don't know the truth or the facts about that thing! Now seriously, I know everyone has been in this position but I'm fucking sick of it.

So to YOU. Yes, I may appear to be a flirt but you have no freaking idea what is going on in my life. I don't need to tell everyone, and especially you, about my private life, such as my relationships and such. Don't depend on fucking Facebook or MySpace to tell you the truth. Don't depend on them to tell you whether I'm single, married, divorced, or it's complicated. Cause boy do I love to deceive people like you to believe the wrong things. That's how I get my laughs. Seeing how fucking stupid and gullible you are. I feel so bad for you. You have no life so you must dig into someone else's and make conclusions about them because then it'd be fun to stir up some drama. Well, baby, I'm too old for that shit. My life is my life and I know that you know nothing about me. I also know that you will never stop talking about people's lives until you are satisfied with your own, which might take a while. Last but not least, my close friends know the truth and what I'm doing with my life. I tell them what they need to know or what I think they should know. There's a reason why I don't tell people like you. And that reason is so apparent. So YOU, please please please find peace with yourself. Your assumptions on my life and what I do with it is up for grabs to sell cause they'll never be right. So dear YOU, have fun baking a cake of drama, but no offense, I'm probably not gonna eat it.