A Simple Guide To Rumors

If you see two people holding hands and you tell your friend, “I saw Jack and Jill holding hands,” then you are engaging in gossip. Gossip is generally idle chit chat and not harmful as long as you are telling the truth.

If your friend tells another friend that Jack and Jill were holding hands (even though she did not see it) then she is spreading a rumor.

If you see Jack and Jill holding hands and you jump to the conclusion they are sleeping together you might be sexually deprived or just bored.

If you report your conclusions to your friends as a fact you are a busy body. And a liar.

If you report your conclusions to Jill’s husband as a fact then you are committing slander.

If you write a blog about Jill sleeping with Jack you are defaming her character in writing and that is libel.

These definitions do not have to apply to sex, romance and relationships. Any time idle chit chat involves the business of others there is a chance of creating unnecessary drama, putting people’s relationships, friendships, jobs and sanity in jeopardy.

You can prevent such chaos by simply not stepping on board the rumor mill. Do not report gossip that you cannot confirm. Do not repeat information that may not be true. Step away from the internet, bar stool or water cooler.

You’ve got this. 

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I am reblogging this because the entire time I was reading it I was nodding my head saying, yes, yes, yes.

I’d like to add that the other night as I was buckling Sharkboy into his seat someone on a motorcycle drove by and yelled, “Hey New Bar Bitch!” And flipped me off. Instead of “new bar” though, he said the name of my new bar. I didn’t recognize what little I saw of him but he must have spent a lot of time looking at my ass because the rest of my body was in the van strapping a two year old down.

We live right down the street from a few bars, including the one The Barkeep used to own, but I’m a nice girl and hardly ever point out to people what scumbags they are, so I can’t imagine why they would target me. *shrug*

That is what it’s like to own a bar.

Ambrosia

I stopped by my friend’s house one day to pick him up so we could get a drink. We usually chat over drinks at least once a week but he recently bought a pub and it has been keeping him busy. I deserve an award for “greatest understatement” and “most patient friend” for that last sentence. My patience is running thin, though.

I stood in his doorway tapping my toe while he handled a situation at the bar over the phone. “It doesn’t matter who started the fight, everyone has to leave if there was a physical altercation. Alter… a fight.”

He had to listen to three different accounts of the fight in question and in the end he said, “I don’t care who started it, our policy is no fighting. They both leave.”

I wanted to call my mother and apologize for every summer vacation when my siblings and…

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