Insubordiknit

Shit talkin'

It is such a relief to meet someone that's fun, funny, smart, and not totally not into drama and talkin' shit. It's rare. It's been forever since I've had the pleasure. And I did have the pleasure recently. It's an added bonus that she's got kids, home schooled kids no less, and an extra-added bonus that she's a fiberholic spinner like myself. Yep. Uh huh. Werd.

You see, up until this past year or so drama, shit-talkin', and rumormongering swirled around me like the thick mist of football players around cheerleaders, dank, musty, and slightly exciting in a sad and desperate way. And in no way am I saying it was everyone but me. Nope. I was not the paragon of virtue, the tightlipped saint with a sleeve of gold. No way. I used to feed on that shit, just as much as I hated, I needed it. And then it got old, and tired, and so totally contradictory to the world of self-empowerment, egalitarian, peace-lovin' world I strive to live in. After much heart-achingly self-exploratory consideration, I gave it up. Flat. I rid myself of people whom with my relationship was all but based on these things. Those people whom I valued above that, I talked to and asked if we could de-emphasize that portion of our conversations and try a drama-free sans-shit-talkin' relationship.

So far it's worked wonders for my psyche. Wonders. If I meet someone that has that MO, I dead-end out friendship immediately. Immediately. It's not always taken so well by those on the other end, because I feel it's important to say something, so that...well...something is said, ya know? I mean really, what's the point of all that shit-talkin' besides to hear the sound of your own voice? It doesn't really make you feel better about yourself. It doesn't. You may think it does. You bad mouth the girl sitting in front of you, next to you, behind you, and it may make you feel better for a minute, to whoever you’re doing to the talkin' to, but inside it destroys you because you know your just talkin' shit, cuttin' down others for no reason other than to build yourself up. It's so damn capitalist. So damn American. So damn shitty. And what it's not? Feminist. It's the opposite of.

Yeah, so I finally realized that and put the whole bit behind me. I will add in that this is not about not having opinions or judgments. Not at all. I can still write pages and pages about groups of people, ideas, concepts, political parties... No, this is about that very special kind of shit talkin, you know what I mean, you've done it or heard it or been the brunt of it...right?

My point? I met a new friend. She's awesome.