It's a well-known fact that females often indulge in "gossip". Now, we might prefer to refer to this activity as "the art of recounting". It softens the harshness of the phrase and tends to make us feel less guilty for all the yapping we engage in.
Why do we do it? Why do we engage in the "art of recounting"? I have often promised myself (after particularly juicy sessions of artsy recounting) that I will refrain from ever engaging in these practices again. Somehow, my promises end up futile attempts that vanish as soon as the next bit of "dirt" comes along from another source. I suppose that the female tendency to share and discuss matters leads to this sort of behaviour. Even when we possess certain knowledge that we are perfectly aware is confidential, we will always tell just "one more person", just to relieve our excitement and have someone to discuss the gory details with. Those incessant voices in our heads constantly scream out, desperately seeking an outlet for the explosive information bottled up in them, ready to blow our brains to smithereens; the over-exposure to mind-blowing levels of juicy dirt makes our eyes twitch with the uncontrollable need to blurt out the itsy-bitsy yummy details to the first unfortunate souls who happen to enter the proximity within a 5 yard radius blast zone of the ticking bombs that are our minds; the slowly dampening and clammy palms of our hands begin to shake as the desperation consumes us, nerve by nerve.
Finally, the female conscience is engulfed by an overpowering itch that pushes out the secret, burdening the subject of our yapping with the renewed urge to run and tell someone else or run and scream in rabid terror.
Must. Tell. SOMEONE!
*Enters a spasmodic fit of diabolical rage*
1 comment:
LOL. Is tell-tale-ing THAT intense for girls? Guys have an attention span of a chipmunk, which isnt so much. Their memory span too, is of something like an Elephant.
I have NO idea why im comparing us to animals, but I couldnt find anything else to say. Hahahaha.
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