[Redway]

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.