That's why I say it depends, if I have seen the terrible behaviour myself then that's different. If it's hearsay ..then can't really do anything :shrug: ,as then it's just gossip or a rumour . And I'm not going to start spreading those.

Even when it comes to speculating ,I always try to state that I don't know / or I'm not sure on the matter, especially if it's about people I don't personally know .

i heard that LT has applied to be a speech writer for Lizzy Truss

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Like the time you wanted to try my curly wurly :laugh:

Nosey joyce is the biggest gossip I know.

Her from across the road from my past, and funnily enough, from my present as well.

Cuddled her for the first time last week.

Because she gossipped so much, I had to avoid going across to see her if I popped up this way before covid.

Bloody missed her big friendly cuddles during covid.

Shes always been a large woman, 78 now. When I cuddled her last week her back was all clammy, and her hair was all wet with sweat. Blinds on the front window still pulled to her eyesight level as she sits slumped in her seat, walking stick at the side, thinking its funny to wind me up by pretending shes about to whack me everytime ai say something innaoropriate.


Her brother died, thays why I went in to give her a cuddle.

But I dont like to gossip, so i will leave it there.

I once-lived with a guy who gossiped so-much it was as-if he’d implanted a surveillance/ironically-B.B.-esque camera honed-in onto absolutely-everybody in his vicinity or who’d ever said a word to him. Doing unprecedented live-feed on the whole neighbourhood (and so-on) is creepy-as-hell in any case but some gossips think their faux-charisma is enough to make you care about the private lives of people you don’t-even know: I have a hard-enough time caring about stuff like that in-connection with people I’ve known less-than 10/15 years, let-alone people I’ve never met and probably won’t ever have a reason to. I understand gossiping to friends about ‘friends’ but when either party’s a stranger (or both-are, even), it’s just like. ‘why?’ Why is so-much saliva being wasted when we don’t-even know each-other like-that?

It goes without saying I absolutely hated that particular flatmate.

For me it depends on what mood I'm in, plus if the gossip might contain important information that I need to know for my own sake.

If it's silly **** like "Pete was a prick at School" then I honestly wouldn't really care to know that.

The worst type of gossip out there (I.M.O.) involves professional misconduct (and there are things that people might-well need to know but there’s a point where it just becomes gossip that no-one else needed to know about in the first place) and people who’ve observed you for five minutes talking like they know you when they actually don’t and spreading rumours. Those-two seem to be the types that really get people pissed and it’s understandable. Everyone has the right to a private life and to not feel like their personal space and discretion judgements have been intruded on by a near-complete stranger just because they decided to speak on their behalf about things that are either not true or obviously intended to be confidential. When it’s mutual gossip between and about people you know and you’re not saying it to everyone it doesn’t even count as gossip there (like I’ve said). It’s just conversation at that point (in-which other people’s observed lives are obviously going to come into play, but for it to not be speculative toxicity you’ve got to actually have some sort of tangible connection with the person). Dirt-talking/revealing overly-personal details about someone who’s out there trying to avoid you and probably hasn’t had an actual conversation with you (like some people get high off) is very bad form.

Yikes.

How's nosy Joyce getting on now, parmy?