I guess we’re all a little power-hungry or curious – maybe that’s a better word for what we know as Gossip – a thirst for the knowledge that we’re considered “special,” “important” should we know her. And she travels like wildfire – known fact – she craves to be known and we crave to know. And it’s blown out of proportion and ruins what we call ‘relationships’ and ‘friendships’ – ‘trust-systems’ if you want – also a known fact. Why is she so interesting? She has what we do not. This lie we call knowledge – not educated, academic knowledge, but the kind of social knowledge you have to know in order to hold a conversation with anyone who happens to know her. Don’t get me wrong, we come to know her by feeding our starving incapacity for realizing what is and is not our place in the situation and we strive for her and we can’t deny that. She’ll cause a chain-reaction or something like domino's or opening a box of Smarties and only eating one – yeah right! I would have reason to suspect anorexia because that is past the point of your greatest attempt at will-power – she’ll tempt you with having what you want to have. And I’ll go back. . .I am back – it’s my weakest moment, my point of hopeless vulnerability when I place my trust in her failing, guilt-filled, deceiving lies of who I am. But I won’t be defined by her worthlessness to me.
I’m writing, mostly, to reassure myself that my self-worth comes from the morals and the truth built within me while sadly, the true-selves of girls are being lost, tortured and made unrecognizable by a man-made killer named Gossip in all her fame and glory.
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