THE GABBY GOSSIP
The phone
rings or someone walks by and as soon as they do a mindless chatter springs
from the lips of the Gossip. She may be dressed well or sloppily, but she can
always be spotted. We have all seen them, big mouths, incessantly running their
lips and rarely thinking. Likewise, the gossip does not only talk pompously,
but acts and thinks so as well. As she walks overconfidently with her nose in
the air and self-assurance that she is an acceptable contribution to her
culture, she presses on. Whether in a
professional looking case or an overcrowded purse, her most important tool –
her cell phone – is sure to always be near. With this one device she can daily
broadcast, gather information, and research the latest rumor to add to her vast
record books. She is constantly working and rattling off her overabundant
“knowledge.” She laughs at many things and never examines herself. She is the Gossip, condemned by preachers and
dreaded by parents as she roams the streets, buildings and homes of her city
and beyond via every tool available: email, internet, phone, cell phone,
text, instant message, letter, conversation,
flyers, etc.
Inside she has
to push away the realization that her life is meaningless, without performing
this mind boggling duty, she would suffer an unexplainable depression from the
realization of all the harm she has daily done. No one wants to be her close
companion for long because they know that everything about them will be
eventually broadcasted to the world; yet, somehow, she is always making new
“friends.” How does this happen? One cannot know.
To conclude,
she is synonymous with chattering, tattle tales, grapevines, bigmouths, and
meddling. Her friendships are many and unconditional. Her life is talk, and she
never is silent. SHE IS THE GABBY GOSSIP.
