It has been almost five months since I visited my blog to post my write-up. I had been pondering for quite sometime to write but coming up with an appropriate topic has been stopping me from writing. Whatsoever, the recent problem that I faced in my life has served as 'blessing-in-disguise'. So, in this article, I will be writing about how gossip affects the lives of an individual and will try to touch a bit on the reasons behind for gossiping.
Dear readers, before you proceed further with your reading, please bear in mind that this article is neither meant to hurt the sentiments of any individuals nor to advertise my problem. I write because this is the only way I express eloquently.
Since my appointment in Samtse College of Education, one way or the other, I had been victimized by gossipmongers. I had been defamed by associating with each and every male friend (they didn't even spare my younger male siblings and cousins). If I am being seen with any man, they conclude that I have a sexual relationship with them. What the heck? Can people stoop up to that level? And the funny thing is, unfortunately, gossipmongers are highly qualified and elite individuals of the society. The only question that arises in my mind is 'What the hell did I do wrong to them?'
I have lived one of the most controversial life at Samtse. I had been most talked about by almost all the people. When I say 'talked about', its not about something good rather something horrendously horrible, which I cannot even reflect here in my write-up.
Every time, when I hear the information, obviously I am the last person on this earth to know. The one who gives me the information always says the same thing, 'I thought I will not share it with you but I think you need to know that people are saying......... (blah blah blah)', like a broken record. And the most weirdest and unbelievable things about me will come out of that informant's mouth. Honestly, most of the information are earth-shattering. At that moment, I really wish if the earth would open adequate crack to engulf me. It is so embarrassing and humiliating to even listen to those descriptions. Given the kind of negative and unpleasant emotions that I go through at that moment, it is very predictable of me to confront the people, who are actively involved in the act of gossiping. As expected, the consequences are usually bitter with toxic and nauseating environment, forget about working and living in harmony, I can't even breathe the same air and cannot be in the same room.
What most of the gossipmongers forget is that while they enjoy talking ill about others, they are putting that victim to go through traumatizing phase of months and weeks with no peace of mind. The lose of appetite and insomnia are the two most common symptoms that directly inflicts the victim. Just out of curiosity, I wonder often late at night, 'Why the F*** do they get by letting that person to experience such a slow and painful death, every moment of their life?'. At times, I feel that they have as what I say frequently, 'An Invisible Horns' on their heads.
On the other hand, sometimes, rational part of me overtakes my impulsive nature and decides to turn deaf ears to them. I have been there, done that. But for how long? I had been ignoring them for almost two years. Yet, gossipmongers targets me with another piece of information to jeopardize my life.
Eventually, I have decided that the only way to maintain my composure and continue living my life is to distance myself from them. If they are really into ruining me and what's-left-of-my-screwed-fame, they can do and say whatever suits them. I am done with clarifying and answering to them. I am done with taking resort to complain with 'Why me and What did I do wrong?',
Note: We cannot stop people from gossiping, that's a fact but the least one can do is try to refrain from being a part of gossip. That's what I believe.
