Rumours have a way of twisting itself out before dying a natural death. This is not the first time I have been subjected to rumours, however. I usually brush it off, much like swatting flies in the middle of the street or picking lice on somebody's hair(I know, the metaphor is sooo barriotic), simply because I choose not to waste my time on cheap potshots who thrive on meddling with other people's lives.
I have other worthwhile things to do, and I do not think I have to explain myself all the time. If people misconstrue my actions, those with malicious minds can always come up with equally malicious conclusions. People will always believe what they want to believe.
I still do not understand why some people find a vicarious thrill in surreptitiously opening someone else's closet hoping to find skeletons inside.
"See? I told you, he's...." this statement would confirm their deepest suspicions they have already convinced themselves from the very start, anyway.
Believe me, the world is swarming with people of this kind.
I choose to fight only worthy battles. As for rumours aimed at simply destroying your reputation? the hell, I simply flush it down the toilet.
I have other worthwhile things to do, and I do not think I have to explain myself all the time. If people misconstrue my actions, those with malicious minds can always come up with equally malicious conclusions. People will always believe what they want to believe.
I still do not understand why some people find a vicarious thrill in surreptitiously opening someone else's closet hoping to find skeletons inside.
"See? I told you, he's...." this statement would confirm their deepest suspicions they have already convinced themselves from the very start, anyway.
Believe me, the world is swarming with people of this kind.
I choose to fight only worthy battles. As for rumours aimed at simply destroying your reputation? the hell, I simply flush it down the toilet.
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