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The Universe is conspiring against me

This morning I was listening to two people gossip about another person and I didn't say anything. I'm not sure they understood it was gossip as such, because everybody talks about everybody else, right? It's not gossip, right? I mean, we're just sharing funny stories and talking for crying out loud, right? Geez Pam, don't be so judgemental.

So I kept quiet and as I went on my way I was all self-congratulatory about how I ddin't join in yada yada yada and how I would continue to try not to talk or gossip about others.

Then I met someone today who continued to do something....hilarious. Something you just don't do in front of others unless you're extremely well acquainted with them. And I SO want to tell someone, to blog about it and to have an enormous guffaw about the whole thing.

But I won't. I'm trying to be good. I really am.

The universe must be getting a good chuckle out of all of this right now.

::::slaps duct tape over mouth:::::

Comments

  1. It sounds like such a simple thing to do, but I think the discipline to not gossip takes total awareness and a constant effort. Good for you!

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  2. you are evil!
    i'm dying to know!

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  3. Kim, I know!! It's very difficult and I know I'm upset when I hear that someone has been talking about me for whatever reason. I'm really trying to do better in that dept.

    Kelly, Kelly, Kelly...if you're a good girl I'll mime it for you on Sunday.

    Oh wait....I can't. :)

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  4. i'm not a good girl.
    hence the need to know.
    but i appreciate your discipline.
    i have been trying to work on that myself.

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  5. You are one of the best people I know! Phuleeese! Plus, I'd kill to look as good as you do in short hair. Really.

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