Fakes, Faith, & Headbands.

I've dodged around typing out all honesty, but tonight I cracked. I feel a little jaded and a bit self absorbed, but hear me out. For the past few months, I lived life bending over backwards to make people happy, to live up to expectations, and to maintain & improve a specific image. That all came crashing down when people decided to "discuss" a few things about me, and I ultimately found out.

It's funny how regardless of location, environment, beliefs, age, maturity, or stages of life, people always and I mean always insist on talking, gossiping, bashing, & polluting. Not to say that I've never gossiped in my life, I am definitely guilty of bringing down people; I'm human. However, I make big strides not to talk about people that aren't present in the conversation, because I don't think people realize how disappointing or hurtful it is to be bashed on or talked about until it actually happens to them.

All it takes is one incident, one story, one person, one mouth, & one ear to damage a person. Eleanor Roosevelt famously stated, "Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people."

Let's change the topic, "friends."