After 14 years here I'm understanding. When I first moved to a small NE town I was told the cultural difference right away. In NYC if you're a gossip, someone shows up at your door and at the minimum, tells you off. Not so here. If someone gossips here, everyone believes it and sides with the gossiper, and you don't hear about it until the damage has been done. So it goes.
Which explains what has been happening in my life lately. Without grimy detail, a psychotic I once knew and told to fuck off has been the source of lies and gossip about me for some months now. Not the biggest surprise, but annoying nonetheless. And further, my withdrawal from some trendy internetting has fed right into the gossiping under an "AHA!" reasoning, so popular these days to the trendy. This subhuman told tales to some non-friends, they told their friends and so on and so on. It's just come back to me via someone who found themselves hearing this inanity, and suddenly it all made sense. And so now my little town's most reliable gossipers are salivating, most of them men. There's nothing quite as satisfying as "talking shit", as it's so delicately put around here.
The downside is that I'm no longer in shape to beat the hell out of said psychotic. The upside is that I'm just the target du jour, and not only will this stupidity fade away with the next juicy victim, but the people who believed/propagated it will come to know that the source is a chronic liar and complete mess. Unfortunately, seeming intelligence doesn't guarantee sanity. Would that it did.
I look forward to a happier resolution than the victims in Peyton Place had, but I understand why it was written up here now. As for those who believe the word of a psychotic, Gods bless them, because they're not gonna get my friendship back.
Cheryl Barnes sings the hell outta this song:
And apart from my post altogether, please take a moment to watch this:
What's Your Hurry?
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