talk;

We humans are mean. You and I may be reluctant to admit, but it is inevitable. We talk. We talk about how good a time we had at a party yesterday night. We mull on our piteous existence. We comment on how only a week before, we witnessed a fire in the mall. We gush to our friends how charming a our crushes were. How...my point is, we talk. Tell people what is going on with our lives, our experiences, our opinions, our dreams, our fears. That is alright of course, as this is just how the human mechanism works. We talk.


All is well when we talk about ourselves. Who can say anything about it as long as we don't sound or appear like an asshole seeking for attention, stealing the limelight every time? No one. Because there is nothing wrong with it. However, more often than not, we don't just stop there. Instead of blabbering about how great or mundane our own lives are, we talk about other people's personal lives which are deemed more "interesting". We are just like vultures. We scavenge for the juicy bits.


Interesting because its gossip-worthy, and there's two kinds. Here's one kind of interesting:
E.g. Our neigbour just bought a giant diamond ring for his wife, so we talk. In some people, envy would be in their eyes. Others, they just don't give a shit. Others yet, the sour-grapes (and sadly over 50% of the population falls under this category), they would say "Nothing to be impressed about, that's old money he's using." or for better-natured they would say "Poor thing, after that ring to make his wife happy, he would have just enough money for a magazine subscription and a bowl to cry into." or... comments that are purely made out of a vomit of jealousy + utterly baseless allegations.


The second kind of interesting would be this:
E.g. Our neighbour cheated on his wife with his secretary, so we talk. But wait, this time around, it isn't just any groundless gossip. How many times did we hear the couple fighting during the wee hours when the husband would sneak into the house, his shirt streaking of beer and perfume? The woman shrieking her head off at the man she once thought was loving and faithful. Oh we heard. So did we see the husband bring home the youthful secretary when the wife was away on a business trip. There were real proves. There was no other way out. He cheated. The poor dutiful wife.


And sympathetic neighbours and friends would console her, saying "The scumbag's not worth it. He doesn't deserve an amazing person like yourself". As for the ruthless, they would scorn and say, "Oh boo, look at her! She's only 40, but my grandmother would look better than her. I wouldn't blame the husband for leaving her for that bombshell."  Seriously, the nerves of some people.


Humans and the power of our tongues. We could potentially destroy each other. It's just a mater of how hurtful we could be.