The “Petty’s” are a small minded group of people that dwell in the lives of others. They find out little minute tidbits of information about other people and build upon this information, making a more “interesting” story. The “Petty’s” are around us all. You know a few. They are co workers, neighbors, friends and family.
I was just a headline for the “Petty’s”. I told one person a very small bit of information. Not even thinking twice about it. I was sharing a particular experience, idle conversation. You see I knew already that this particular “Petty” was a bitch-boy. A man who gossips and stirs up shit like a 12 year old little girl. As I should have expected, he went and told his “work wife”, who told her “work wife”, who told my friend. By the time the story reached person # 4, the facts were diluted and scrambled into something more than the truth.
Beware of sharing too much with the wrong people. If you are a person of interest to the masses, the masses will fabricate stories about you. It’s all somewhat fascinating. I was reminded of the game in elementary school. You whisper something in the ear of the first person, and they whisper what you said to the next person, and so on and so on. By the time the last person gets the story, it’s completely different. I should be flattered, ” Lil ol’ me, being talked about by people who are non motherfucking factors in my life.”
I have just realized I am looking at this whole topic in the wrong light. I am so important to other people that stories are told about my life. I am somewhat of a celebrity. Gee thanks Mr “Petty”.
Thank you, Eleanor Roosevelt
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