Posted in Fiction, Random

The Gossip Queen (TGQ)

Indomie liked to gossip. She was a professional in talking about matters that didn’t concern her and before you ask, Indomie is not her real name. She was called indomie because she always had mouth-watering gist garnished with lies and exaggeration and most of her listeners always slurped the gist up like noodles.

You see, gossiping comes naturally to people. You cannot deny that at one point in your life, you’ve not said something about someone in their absence because if you look at it, gossip is a casual conversation about other people that will most often involve details that are not true. You’ve probably heard some people justify gossip by saying “there’s nothing I’m saying here that I can’t say to his/her face” and in some cases, it may be true because not all gossip causes harm and if you didn’t know, there’s good and bad gossip. There’s good gossip in the sense that you can talk about someone in the person’s absence and say you’re proud of that person and I’m quite sure that you know that bad gossip comes from a place of hate, jealousy, idleness, or an inability to keep a secret.

Our gossip queen indomie dabbled in all forms of gossip as her mood decided and you can’t exactly blame her because she has always been one to talk a lot and it’s very easy when storytelling comes naturally to you. In other words, she just couldn’t keep her mouth closed and there were always people to listen and encourage her gossip ministry.

Before I continue with this story, you should know that Indomie did not have such a great childhood. She was an only child and she was well catered for but her parents were often busy with work and so, they rarely had her time. Indomie found comfort in school quite young and she made friends easily because they were always drawn to her stories. On days when she had nothing to tell, she ended up making up stories to capture the attention of her audience. Indomie also found out that people liked to listen to personal stories and before long, she started to lie. She’d tell her friends about her new Barbie and Ken doll that used to wake up, talk to her and walk about in her room. She was inspired by Toy Story and she told her friends that Barbie and Ken only spoke to her. Don’t ask me why her friends believed her. You can’t deny that you believed strange things when you were younger too.

As Indomie got older, she started telling people’s stories too. She fed on the satisfaction of always having the attention of her audience. After all, her parents didn’t have her time but her friends were interested in her. They knew she was lying most of the time but who doesn’t like to hear the scoop on the latest relationships or what happens when nobody is watching? The real question should be “how did she know these things?” She was brilliant no doubt and not all her facts were correct but as long as she had a source, her stories were in abundance. Sometimes, I wondered how people confided in Indomie because she’d always spill but even I can not deny that she was quite easy to talk to. The wise ones knew that if they wanted a rumor to spread like wildfire, all they needed to do was tell her and it was a done deal.

One thing you might have observed about gossip is that it’s often done in close circles. You see, gossiping promotes trust in a way because if I’m gossiping with you, I trust that you won’t spill, and even if you have a cause to talk about whatever we may have discussed, I trust that people will not be able to link it back to me. Indomie had a gossip circle – her group of friends. As much as they traded gossip stories, they also shared their secrets and they felt confident that there was an unspoken code of trust. They would gossip about other people but they would not gossip about each other. Gossiping together was entertaining and most times, they did it because they were bored or idle but as you may have guessed, they were not true to one another because as soon as one person left the group, she became the subject of discussion. It was terrible.

Grace, a member of the circle confided in Indomie that she was pregnant for James. She trusted that Indomie would keep this information to herself and not spread it because they were friends. Two days later, Serena had come to ask her about it and Janet had called her careless. How did they know? She only told Indomie!! At the end of the week, everybody had heard about her pregnancy and even had twisted versions of the story. To make things worse, James broke up with her.

There was no way Grace was going to forgive Indomie. Indomie was the only person she had told. She thought she had confided in her friend. She should have known better. Grace vowed that Indomie would go down with her and that was when she started her rumors. She would hurt Indomie with her words too. She went to the circle and told them every dirty secret she had on Indomie and willed them to do whatever they wanted with the information. Indomie started receiving remarks on her deepest darkest secrets and it was just too much for her. Before long, the gossip queen became the subject of gossip. Grace did not hide the fact that she was responsible and even when Indomie tried to retaliate, she discovered that Grace had done irreparable damage to her reputation.

Indomie wanted the humiliation to stop. She wanted to go to school and walk freely without receiving stares of disgust. She tried to talk to Grace, to tell her to take back the words she said but there was nothing that could be done. Her dirty linen was out for the public to see. She was no longer a part of the circle, nobody wanted anything to do with her, nobody wanted to hear her stories and her parents were still not available. Indomie could not take it, she wasn’t strong enough. She decided to end it all.

On her bed, overdosed on pills, Indomie was found dead. Grace would not stop screaming when she heard. All she wanted to do was make Indomie feel the way she felt. She didn’t want her to die. Grace hasn’t forgiven herself and as much as she wants to convince herself that Indomie made her do what she did, she knows she went too far.

They were friends. Indomie made the mistake of spilling her secret. Should Grace have spilled hers too?

Tell me.

Love,

Ruona. ❤️

P.S:

How are you doing today?

This is purely a work of fiction, and it was not written in reference to anyone, living or dead.

What did you think of Indomie and Grace?

Why do you think people gossip?

What gossip experiences have you had?

Can we ever stop gossips? How do we prevent it?

Please leave your thoughts in the comment section. You know how much I love reading from and replying them 💜.

Posted in motivation, Personal

I know how you feel.

I know exactly how you feel. I’ve been there too. You don’t believe me? Okay, read.

You’ve probably seen that quote where Billie Eilish once said that she ruined a lot of good things by being sad and you probably felt it like I did. I know that most people know you to be this cheerful extrovert or maybe, just maybe you’re quiet and you always seem so put together but what if it’s just a front and you know it? What if you just know how to mask your feelings because you don’t want to rub off on people negatively?

You have your bad days, those days when all you want to do is shut everyone out because you feel miserable or sad for one reason or another. People around you never believe that you’re depressed because they feel that it’s just not possible or maybe they just feel like you’re seeking attention. What they don’t know is that depression affects even the best of us. How else do you explain going from very happy to extremely sad in the space of one hour? Or how do you explain that your mind is always constructing different scenes to make you miserable?

I know that sometimes, you don’t even understand what’s going on with you. I know that people come to you and they’re like ”a problem shared is a problem half solved” but what if you don’t know what the problem is? What if you just want people to let you be?

I totally understand what you’re going through and you’re not alone. If you’re hoping for a solution, I don’t have one but I can share some stuff to help you anytime you feel down.

  • Talk to God about how you’re feeling. If you’re a believer, you know how much this helps because the Holy Spirit is always there to listen to you and help you feel better.
  • Do something you love to do. It makes you feel better. Anytime I feel down, I write. My journal has felt my pain more than anyone. Sometimes, the motivation to do what you love may not be there and that’s fine.
  • Try to think happy thoughts. If you want to stop thinking about negative stuff, you have to counter it with positivity. I’m not about to pretend that it’s a piece of cake but the keyword is ’try’.
  • Sleep is a form of escape but it doesn’t solve anything. When you wake up, it’s like starting again. Sad.
  • It is a passing phase. You have to believe that it will pass and it will be sunny again.
  • If you have to cry, cry. Sometimes, if you’re overwhelmed, crying is an outlet. Honestly, it’s better than keeping so many emotions bottled in.
  • Self-harm or suicide will never be a solution. Anytime you feel depressed, remember that there’s so much good in the world and you can be part of it. Always remember that someone loves you too.
  • Do not stop trying. Things may not be so good right now but you have to believe that it’ll only get better.

You may doubt it right now but the truth of the matter is that you’re stronger than you think and you’re going to overcome whatever it is you’re going through. Your sunny days are near and you just have to will yourself to believe it and you’ll be fine.

I’m rooting for you.

Love,

’Ruona ❤️

P.S:

I couldn’t publish last week and I’m so sorry.

Can you relate?

What do you do when you find yourself in depressing situations? What’s your coping mechanism?

Please leave something positive in the comment section to encourage someone. You don’t know who might need it. I can’t wait to read them.