A confession
A confession.
It was one of those rare moments when you witness something you’ve always wanted to hear. I think it could be categorized with hearing the statement, “I love you,” but, when said instead of saying “OMG! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!” So that the receiver is super excited hearing it, but they know that the message wasn’t truly intended the way it came across.
I’m going to remain stubborn and still consider it an unconscious confession of their sins, though. I only wish Piper and Clark were here to witness it as well.
Step-on-me was ranting forever about working with woman (please note that everyone in the room is currently a woman, and everyone is nodding in agreement except me.) This had to be one of her 30-minute rants. She was complaining about how men were SO MUCH easier to deal with, that they can make a decision, that they don’t care about people’s feelings, and there’s none of this cattiness.
About this point (10 minutes or so into the rant), my brain made an audible click and I’m thinking, but now you’re being catty about the people being catty and gossiping about them behind their backs…
But, you know, none of the rules apply to those that are hypocritical by nature, so…
Then one of the sales ladies chip in, “OMG! And you know there’s none of this rubbing your back with one hand while stabbing you in the back five seconds later!!”
And Step-on-me says, “Yes! I can’t stand that!”
And everyone murmurs in agreement, except me. I’m sitting there with my eyes wide in excitement. Only wishing I had a tape recorder or photographic memory, or just something! I should be taking notes, but that would be too obvious. So I try, pathetically, to hold on to every word—which never works. I have a horrible memory.
So here you have it, a complete confession. The very people that gossip and backstab are admitting that they do it and complaining about doing it. It’s their very nature. They can’t help themselves.
A confession and I’m the only one here to witness it. It’s a shame.
It was one of those rare moments when you witness something you’ve always wanted to hear. I think it could be categorized with hearing the statement, “I love you,” but, when said instead of saying “OMG! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!” So that the receiver is super excited hearing it, but they know that the message wasn’t truly intended the way it came across.
I’m going to remain stubborn and still consider it an unconscious confession of their sins, though. I only wish Piper and Clark were here to witness it as well.
Step-on-me was ranting forever about working with woman (please note that everyone in the room is currently a woman, and everyone is nodding in agreement except me.) This had to be one of her 30-minute rants. She was complaining about how men were SO MUCH easier to deal with, that they can make a decision, that they don’t care about people’s feelings, and there’s none of this cattiness.
About this point (10 minutes or so into the rant), my brain made an audible click and I’m thinking, but now you’re being catty about the people being catty and gossiping about them behind their backs…
But, you know, none of the rules apply to those that are hypocritical by nature, so…
Then one of the sales ladies chip in, “OMG! And you know there’s none of this rubbing your back with one hand while stabbing you in the back five seconds later!!”
And Step-on-me says, “Yes! I can’t stand that!”
And everyone murmurs in agreement, except me. I’m sitting there with my eyes wide in excitement. Only wishing I had a tape recorder or photographic memory, or just something! I should be taking notes, but that would be too obvious. So I try, pathetically, to hold on to every word—which never works. I have a horrible memory.
So here you have it, a complete confession. The very people that gossip and backstab are admitting that they do it and complaining about doing it. It’s their very nature. They can’t help themselves.
A confession and I’m the only one here to witness it. It’s a shame.
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