Chronicles of the City

 

                             CHEAP THRILL

                 Nothing spreads faster than a rumour

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What's the best gossip you've ever heard? Everyone has heard that Mick Jagger dressed up as a woman in the 60s. And that Marianne Faithfull, irresistibly, caused the butterfly effect at night. You should already have heard about it. Ask them for details.

I know of a friend who screams “That´s Me”, at the climax, when having sex. In my years of Law University, we knew of a colleague, a 52-year-old lady that always wore red, started studying Law for self-defense when summoned to court: she had murdered her husband.

Most of us know that gossip can be much more than a hobby and a way to overcome the dullness of everyday life, a way to make conversation at coffee  or cigarette break. So, it saddens me to say that I, too, sometimes like this act of moralistic negligence. However, we like to hear the peculiarities of others.

I heard people had gossiped about me and: they said on a social network that I'm thinner and taller than I seem to be on photos. Gossip is just a tool to distract people who have nothing to do. One has to admire those few of us who still remain with noble hearts. I swear: I find gossip less and less fun and useful.

These days, I heard about someone that had a strange sexual tendency and borderline behavior in personal relationships, with major flaws in her workplace. After a while, the frisson about it lost fun. I didn’t understand what was going on while everyone laughed. The person surely have problems. Malicious comments are like news headline, they don’t offer many explanations, much less the right to defense or even conclusions.

As I and all of us are becoming more mature, I am convinced of my affability itself. And when I hear a gossip about someone, I remember that all of us have bills to pay and a floor to clean. We have nightmares and problems.

Anyone who gossips with you will gossip about you. It is difficult to get rid of this situation.

When I hear about something interesting or curious, the first thing that crosses my mind is: “I'm going to spread the news”. After all, it’s Friday, we all deserve to laugh. Then, my conscience weighs: “Gabriel, you shouldn't”. And my alter ego called Dear Lord by alerting me that we have many other things to think about.

Gossip should remain restricted drunken conversations inside a pub. I don't want to feel powerful while speaking at 7pm after the first or the second pint. I will try to control myself not to gossip − for about 50 minutes. Who are we to judge? Everyone lives the way they can. Then I looked at the clock and it’s only been five minutes. I feel bored. “So, what is it that everyone talks about?”.

Written by Gabriel Colombo. All rights reserved to the Author.