I want to start by saying, I'm not crazy. There are some that would say otherwise, friends, family, people who I meet on the street. I don't think I'm crazy but if I am would I know it? Do crazy people know they are crazy? I'm not going to be one of those women who when their husband is found in the freezer tries to plead insanity...I think that would qualify as crazy but I don't think the women with the husband in the freezer thinks she is actually crazy. To quote my grandma Shaw, 'Everyone else is crazy and I'm an airplane!" Bless her soul.
Have you ever wondered why we say, 'bless her soul', and then we say something really bad about that person? I think it is the southern way of throwing salt to keep the bad luck away because we are gossiping about that person. But we're not really gossiping because we are telling someone a persons problem and that's not gossiping right? We're getting help for that person by getting a group of women who truly care for them to come to a consensus about what they should or should not do. I don't know one person though who ever was 'blessed' that had a group of women come and tell them what they should do after it was discussed all over town! I wonder if men say 'bless their soul'? I haven't really heard any of them say it.
I’m not saying that men don’t gossip, I really think they gossip more than women. They just don’t call it gossiping, at least women call it what it really is. I know a few men that know everything about everybody in my town. If I want to know the skinny on something, I just have my hubby run into one of them at the barber shop or sit by them in sunday school. He comes home with more knowledge than I really want to know.
I’m not big on gossip mostly because, well to tell the truth, I don’t really care that much about what everybody else is doing. I don’t want to know who’s getting divorced, who’s sleeping with whom, who’s kid got arrested, etc. I don’t want to know anything about anybody that is going to make me think less of them. I used to tell my kids in class not to say anything in my room that would make me think less of them. It really bothered some of them when I said that but I was dead serious. I like to think that most people are good people deep, down inside. They just occasionally do really stupid things and I don’t need to know all about it. I know I’ve done things that I really don’t want anybody to discuss over lunch or at the beauty shop or anywhere for that matter. I just want to forget about it.
I know that in our society, I may be considered crazy. It seems that most of us want to know every, nitty, gritty detail about someone’s dumb moves. “Give it to us, we deserve to know”, we yell. Well, I don’t think it’s anybody’s business for the most part.
I’ve told my husband that his chances of holding a political office was shot the day he married me. I’m too free with my opinion and make too many mistakes out in public. I’m also brutally honest and in today’s political climate, that would make me a definite liability. He says he wouldn’t have me any other way. I think he’s just saying that so he doesn’t wind up in the freezer!