Confession – I love a gossip, plain and simple, because I love a good story. My favourite magazine is Hello! My favourite past time is a cuppa with my bestie, putting the world right.
Celebrity babies, weddings, where people have been, what house they’ve bought, I want to know about it all.
My specialist subject on Mastermind would be celebrity baby names. I’m good with names.
The thing is, gossip is bad isn’t it? At least that’s what I thought growing up. Don’t repeat ANYTHING you are told for fear of recrimination, and worse, getting it wrong.
So partaking in gossip has always felt slightly salacious, anything said to me I’ve held in fierce confidence, for the self-righteous title ‘you can trust me’. Except I’ve held on to my morals so tightly that I’ve invited ‘tense’ into my relationships. I find it hard to just let go and let a conversation run free, I’m constantly watching my mouth.
I’m writing a piece that will go out on my church blog about gossip and it got me thinking about what I really think about the subject.
The truth is, I don’t really know. I know that on one hand it feels completely harmless and on the other totally wrong and life destroying. Is there a balance to be struck?
Gossip is good for you don’t you know? is a post that really got me thinking about gossip and whether I’ve been overthinking the subject.
The rule I set myself that keeps coming back to me is ‘don’t pass on anything that is not your story to tell’.
There is part of me that thinks that chit chat amongst friends is harmless, and yet when I went out for a meal recently a girl in the group shared some quite personal news about her friend and it felt, uncomfortable, like we shouldn’t have known that info and that it was private.
It wasn’t her story to tell.
So yes, gossip feels ‘icky’ at times, and downright wrong in others.
All I know is I’ve said no to lots of fun over the years for the price of my morals and I’ve kept my mouth shut when I could have spoken up. Silence doesn’t change the world.
Do you think gossip is just a harmless piece of fun? or harmful to relationships, friendships and co-workers?
I’d love to hear your take on it.