Gossip: Inflated Runs, Worst Kind of Mouth Diarrhea.
We’re all drunks; whether dry or wet, we saturate ourselves with whatever drink suits us, best. We make allowances, contrive excuses, contend logic and sustain our positions, no matter the preferred foundational premise upon which our pendulum swings. We do whatever it takes to make our case; the one, which is right for/with us.
It makes little difference whether we are 'for something or against it', the befallen judgment will critically veer away from us onto the other who, we deem, is so much more to blame. He is the one does wrong. He is the one who should have known better. He is the one who causes harm in his household while we remain blameless.
Why must we find fault? Why do we choke the life out of the other person with our condescending attitudes and deprecating opinions? When did we get so ‘high and mighty’ that our putrid feces ceased to stink? Pray tell me, when were we appointed to sit in the elevated cushioned judgment seat of another? Is it not written to "pluck (smote) the beam from thine own eye before trying to remove the plank from thy brother’s?"
And, yet we continue on; as if it’s our sovereign duty to do so. We take some sort of smug pleasure in casting a dishonored and disdain verdict upon the other. It makes us feel good. Or, at least, that’s what we tell ourselves as we are babble on with our ceaseless slandering, gossiping and casting 'latest' smut like flouring chicken to fry.
Little do we realize at the time, but casting so much aversion on another depletes us, drains and debilitates our energy. We lose a little more of ourselves each time we discount or discredit someone else. Yet, we prattle on, as if, our lives depended on showering bad news and ill credits about the one who “does so bad” and “simply won’t change.”
If we could but see the maggot- ridden filth falling from our lips as we stalk so desperately for cherished support from all of those who are in ear shot of our disseminating verbose rants. We smile a little broader and talk a little louder when we see we’ve hit a home run of agreement with the others.
Our backs straighten, our feet dig into the floor, our vindictive smile broadens, as we gear up for another round of derogatory insult. We nod to ourselves in affirmation that what we’ve spoken, once again, is the holy law of god and everyone needs to know it, one more time!
A drunk is a drunk is a drunk; not one bit of difference between the alcohol inebriated man who slurs his words and the one who elongates his words of defamation, cold sober in idle rumors . Both are unbalanced and out of order. But, at least the intoxicated drunk has a verifiable reason for acting so blatantly obnoxious and stupid.
The dry drunk, on the other hand, is simply unconscious for what he is saying and moreover plain ass mean! That is not to say that alcoholics can’t be mean, some of them, are downright cruel and abusive, too. Yet, he’ll sober up eventually and sometimes feel sorry for how he acted. Not that I’m into singing a song and dance of “sorry"! They serve nothing but the inflated ego's gestures in the worst kind of mouth diarrhea. But, I'm sour to say: a dry drunk never sees the error of his ways.
We are all in this world together; stumbling around, bumping into each other, falling down, staggering and swaying in and out of difficult and embarrassing situations not having a decent clue why we are here in the first place; what we are doing while we breathe, or how, when, why and for what reason we ever lived through what we did and then, have to, “just like that” die, without warning or settlement.
Seems pretty imperfect from this side of the veil, with the best of answers offered from scientific venues to religious organizations. So, why on earth do we battle, condemn, and denounce others who are simply trying to find their way through the mystical maze, the best way they can, too?
They, like us, are merely seeking their chosen pleasure while avoiding pain. They, like us, do all they can possibly do to make it right for them. They don’t have any more solutions than we do and certainly not enough to guide them through the formidable maze without our having subjected them to the unjustified, bitterly infested, spitefully colored ways and means of 'preferred lofty thinking and living' we parade around with bountifully dispersing it as the Holy Grail.
Oh! How we are consumed with so much fear and ignorance. Never one time admitting to ourselves or others, on some level, everyone is afraid. "Let me make myself perfectly clear", as Nixon used to say: Fear continues to be the only other human emotion besides love. It is written in the ancient scriptures; "Perfect love casts out all fear.” Are we demonstrating love, {sharing/giving} when we are accusing, gossiping, judging, condemning, and ridiculing others? NOPE! I say not.
We don’t have to conduct ourselves like that! We don't have to fill the slot bumping full as DRY DRUNKS! We can be more understanding. We need not continue with a brute like intolerance of others and their choice of crutches. Would we dare let others freely look into our closets and basements to see ours?
We all try to survive. Self-preservation is what we know how to do best! We've got that trick down to a fine science. Once we are convinced, we are not going to be swallowed up by failure, loss, disappointment, embarrassment, and devastation, we begin to open our minds a little more to allow others the same right to ‘work out their salvation’ in whatever ways and means set before them.
We have none been appointed the awesome task of making clean the apparent gutter other. How dare we assume ours is any less clean? I mean really, give me a break. "Hurry, grab a tissue; no,you'd better get the whole damn box! I feel you're fixin' to tell me how you never do things like that. How when you hear others start up some ruinous drinking, drug, cheating tales on others, it makes you cringe. You even tell them to shut up. Yeah, right!"


