Despite my ban made of best intentions, I gossiped today. Sort of. I guess I admitted something I was thinking that didn’t shed another person in the best light. An acquaintance has said to me that he tries to stay out of the fray of a certain circle of people—tries to avoid their attention and power plays, preferring to blend into the background.
This morning, I was alone with him, and I felt confessional. “I—oh, you don’t like to gossip, and I was going to say something kind of gossipy. Do you want to hear it?”
He actually gave a little cockamamie smile, swept his arm invitingly, and said, “Go ahead.”
“I want to go to the FLA conference, but [someone I really don’t get along with] always goes. I so totally don’t want to share a room with [this person].”
Not expecting a response since he is so Cheshire, he actually said, “I understand. No, I completely understand.”
Not a person who I had expected commiseration from at all. Generally, he appears so aloof and outside the fray, that I expected one of his “C’est la vie” smiles and general benign-ity. I had no idea he would actually agree with me about [dreadful person]--pleasant surprise. I guess sometimes gossip is a fabric of social bonding. Too bad. I wish I could find more in common with him than a general concern over [annoying person].
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