Thursday, October 30, 2008

Of Fruitcakes and Fruit Loops...

Of fruitcakes and fruit loops... No-not those eatable kind. It's a fairly old expression to denote someone who's not quite sound in mind. What is the point of talking about another person's bad quality within earshot of the poor person. Isn't it the main goal to keep out of earshot when criticizing or gossiping about the other person?

I just don't understand why do they need to point out the person's flaws since they're the ones who's making the most obvious of all flaws. In fact,they're telling the whole world about their flaw for not being able to hold their tongue. The sad fact about this is they almost never talk about the goodness of other people. Even if among the circle of siblings, they talk incessantly - gossiping about others-and always within earshot of their children or those whom they're talking about. Talk about a bad environment for growing children. Isn't that a bad example to show to her own kids? Their kids might grow up thinking "Oh, its all right to talk about others within earshot of that person". And you know what? Ten years down the line the psychological damage has been done-her daughters resemble her characters frightfully. It would be slightly better if they're not so bad as their mother but it seems to me they're a lot worse.

Gossiping alone that's fine, but changing the real facts of the story just to pique the interest of others is SICK. I never want to say something which is personal in front of them lest they change the real version of the story into something scandalous. They can even forget about me inviting them to hang out with other cousins the next time around.

The last time we went out just to have a few round of drinks at a bistro and listening to a live band became a story of how one of us was shouting at the seaside and of me guzzling down beer. First of all, the first drink was vodka and orange. Then I had a glass of coke which she also had. The only person drinking a few rounds of beer was my male cousin that night. FYI, I don't drink beer. It ain't my taste. They can't even get their story right. For once in their miserable little insecure life I would like them to relate the real things that happen instead of manipulating things to degrade others. I know quite a number of things about them but I'd rather not say because the truth is only the real truth when it is confessed by its owner and not others.

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