Today I headed downstairs, stepped outside and immediately recoiled. It was cold. And then I laughed at how quickly I was able to call 55 degrees “cold” when just last week it was 50 degrees in Michigan and everyone celebrated by hanging around outside in shorts.
None of my friends (minus Mackenzie and Christina, my two roommates) know about this blog, so I feel slightly at ease sharing stories but I will still obviously keep all of my stories name-free.
Staying at the beach with 18 girls is risky. We all knew that when we signed up to come. And, as predicted, although for the most part we have had an incredible time, there have been a couple roadblocks. What has fascinated me the most is the stupidity of some people when it comes to gossiping. I don’t care for talking about other people but I have come to terms with the fact that sometimes it is necessary. As humans, we learn from other’s mistakes and, if you are like me in the sense that you figure things out and come to terms with situations through discussion or writing, sometimes it is necessary to talk through mistakes other people have made in order to avoid them yourself.
So gossiping is, on some level, and especially among a cluster of 20 year old girls, necessary. But please, please, for the love of all things good, be smart about it. Know your audience. Talk about people with people that you a) respect and b) trust. Respect is key. If you respect someone’s character, then chances are that they’re a pretty decent person and will let you know when you say something cruel. Trust, obviously, is also important. Do you know that when you’re talking to someone that you’re talking to one person and not to that person’s 10 other close friends as well?
Conflict comes not from gossip, but from stupid gossip. Living in close quarters with 17 other girls has left me slightly astonished at how many people have not yet mastered the art of smart gossip.