Gossip. Well, I’m not one to pass it on. Or, maybe I am? Or not?

Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!

Like I said, yesterday, it’s the pettiness, here, that I can’t stand.

What I dislike, also, is gossip.

And, yet, I do like it. So, aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhh! Hearing some gossip today about a former friend I found myself wanting to tell someone. Except there is no one to tell! And even if I could tell, I wouldn’t because it would seem like crowing and I really don’t want to crow – because it’s quite sad, really.

On hearing the news, I was hardly surprised. There’s form, you see? Nor was I surprised at the reaction it got, for that is always the reaction. To be honest, I was slightly pleased about it all. As they say, a leopard can’t change its spots ……. but then I was rather disgusted with myself. After all, it could be me. But it’s not.

And, then, afterwards, I wanted to talk to someone else about it. At the same time, I don’t want to discuss it as it has no real effect on me and neither should it. Luckily, there is no one to talk to about it and so, I won’t. Good.

What annoyed me though is my urge to talk to someone. To keep the gossip going with, of course, my own interpretation …… my own little spin.

But I didn’t. And I’m not going to talk about it here, either.

So aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh again. And now let’s forget it, eh?