Gossip == White Lies That Protect the Truth (satire)

On Monday, I was so overwhelmed by my mother's gossip that I got upset and left after dinner.

It's been over 5 years that my mother has shared gossip with me about what she claims is the truth, but actually is her opinion based on her biases. However, it is my contention that consistent negativity taints the truth with the negativities of the truth teller.

From my observations, my mother is heavily opinionated and thus her claim of truth suggests she embroiders a series of white lies using tidbits of truth.

In fact, it really is not gossip because it is one-sided, and each and every time I have responded with my own opinion, she has either rejected or ignored it.

According my interactions with her for most of my life, the good son is supposed to listen to her monologue without comment but with rapt attention to her even though he is left feeling sad and depressed because the commentary is distinctively negative and one-sided.

If I assert myself and give my point of view, then she will not accept that and repeatedly has gotten upset over it instead of accepting it. Most of the time I have tried to ignore her negativity rant and have kept my opinions to myself. Even though that comes at an emotional cost, it ends the minute I leave her home.

My mother has stated that she has the right to paint a negative commentary about our family and the world at large without me offering counter-argument.

Thus, this is not a conversation that I participate in willingly; rather I am her sounding board who is supposed to only listen to her litany of anxiety- and fear-driven monologues about our family.

Yes, I am my mother's sounding board - and it only makes me feel like I do not really have a say in the conversation because it is based on emotion-laced opinions based on ignorance.

I feel that she also has projected her negativity onto me. Although she is my mother and has never done anything wrong, she has projected her behavioural and mental negativities onto me which consist of her anxiety and concern about her family.

As a result of her monologue whenever I visit her, it has in the past led to the fine tuning of my biases and prejudices due to her stifling influence.

As I get older, I realize that my negative feelings and emotions were all labeled by my parents.

In fact, only she is allowed to express negative emotions. If I get upset about having to listen to this broken record of lamentation, then I am asked why I am angry.

There is no real compassion from my mother if I show anger. In her eyes, it is wrong for a good son to show anger. Thus, she is the parental model for maladaptive behavior.

This leads me to believe that I do not own my negative feelings because they have consistently been labeled by my mother. When my objections to her non-stop litany of negativity has led to confrontations, she has asked me why I am angry and claimed not to know why I am angry.

Well, I am angry at having to listen to my mother's negativity, which takes an emotional toll on me. This is why I spent a quiet Christmas at home this year (2014)

Yet I love my mother dearly. The only positive outcome of having to put up with my mother is I loathe gossiping and am not willing to be candid with her about my life when asked about it, except to tell the white lies that protect my privacy.

Privacy is also why there are no examples of what she has said or what I have said.

Of course, the lack of examples of my mother's behavior may cause anyone who reads this blog entry to doubt what I have written. Such doubt is based on the lack of facts I provide to protect my privacy, and I can accept that as a given.

Even writing this on my blog is difficult to do because I am aware that writing about it leaves me vulnerable. However, Christmas time makes me keenly aware that holidays are supposed to be a time of quiet respite, free of gossip and other white lies.

When a parent expresses herself negatively, it means she is unwilling to see life in a positive light due to what life has handed her. While I admit that she has found in me a willing sounding board, the psychic pain that results from listening to her has left me unwilling to spend holiday time with her.

So I will not be spending New Years Day with her either. My quiet time is too precious to share it under the barrage of negativity that taints her gossip.

Instead, I will have to work on my own behavioral and mental negativities through prayer and meditation. Indeed, my own anxieties and fears are but the legacy of my own parents passed down to me. So are my hopes and wishes, though my best work is found through self expression in this blog.

Rather than complain about my life, I would rather give the synopsis of a part of my life that will continue until my mother passes on to the glory she deserves. Much of this blog entry is carefully crafted to protect my family's privacy.

No details were provided to protect my family. Hence, candidness would only happen when I am in the company of a trusted friend. Anyone who reads this blog entry thinking they have dirt on me would be sorely mistaken. All you have as "facts" are carefully written white lies that protect my mother and myself.

Because the Internet is almost like the public domain, it would be unwise of me to be candid. Even so, as my mother declared recently, "I have the right to speak out, because it's the truth."

Ironically, all of these truths are covered by white lies to protect the privacy of my family. As well, I would admit that most of my blog entries are also protected by white lies, because the world cannot ever handle the unvarnished truth.

Logically, my opinion that white lies protect the privacy of the truth-teller is inconsistent with the argument that truth ought to be devoid of lies. My counterargument is that the white lies that I carefully dispersed in this blog entry carefully hide the truth to protect my own privacy and the privacy of my friends and family.

WTF is this BS about Hilary Duff and Nicole Richie anyway? (satire)

Back in late 2006, the following rant by me was posted. Today, Nicole Richie might be abusing drugs, possibly due to stress caused by a failed relationship. However, Hilary Duff is off the mainstream media radar. Even Perez Hilton is silent about Duff.

As for Lindsay Lohan, look for my recent repost of a previous blog article about Lindsay Lohan, who recently admitted to Oprah that alcohol is a gateway to drugs and more drugs.

However, I don't need to post URLs in here to complain about the tabloid gossip about Duff being pissed off just because Nicole has stolen her man back in 2006.

Why is Duff pissed off at Nicole and branding her a "skank"? WTF is up with that? It sounds like another celebrity cat fight seven years ago. Today it's old news.

I personally think this was just BS by gossip tabloids like TMZ and Perez Hilton.

Until I read that piece of trashy gossip I was happy that at least Lindsay Lohan is showing some common sense and seeking help from the crazy BS that substitutes for reality for celebrities these days.

I mean, really!!

In response to the utter bull crap passing for "news" in the mainstream media, I would like to declare that me choosing to be poor and a nobody who seldom drinks but often smokes cigarettes makes me morally superior to those celebrities.

In my opinion, their acting out and get reported by the news is making them millions from loyal fans. This also includes Justin Bieber, who was busted in Florida and had to face the music in Toronto in a legal matter, as well as the estate of the late actor's actor, Phillip Hoffman.

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Originally posted: December 22, 2006 4:57 PM

Reference:

Hoffman death due to heroin OD and related to near-fatal OD: http://www.tmz.com/2014/02/04/philip-seymour-hoffman-death-heroin-overdose-ace-of-heart/

Sorry, I'm not adding more references. Go Google "TMZ Perez Hilton" with your favorite celebrity mentioned in the above article.

Lindsay Lohan: Alcohol Was a Gateway (to Other Drugs) (satire)

Lindsay Lohan's candidness proves alcohol to be a gateway drug, but brewing companies keep brewing more of the harmful and life-threatening drug.

Most lives have been ruined by alcohol and prescription drugs. Yet the mainstream media is mum about this fact while showing alcohol advertising in some regions of the US and other parts of the world.

As for cocaine, it leads most recreational users believing it is harmless and not addictive, until they met someone who believes otherwise. Then their addiction gets worse because of their drug-induced delusion that cocaine is safer than a 26oz bottle of Scotch.

Of course, it is worse to binge on either drug alone instead of sharing it with the whole dance floor. Though, it is legal to serve alcohol to young adults over the age of 21 in most parts of the US, a holdover from prohibition days.

When American youths under 21 but over 18 get thirsty, they usually cross the border into Canada to party, sometimes with tragic results due to being in an alcoholic blackout in Canada where a lot of the street people won't put up with American bravado.

Sadly though the Border patrol never catch the partiers, because a breathalyzer is not standard issue.

Anyway, it is possible Lindsay Lohan might have partied hardy in the UK. When I was looking for pictures of Scots lassies, I happened across a picture of one who had LiLo's hair color and freckles, though the lass whose picture I closely perused appeared to be clean-shaven and pleasingly plump.

Perhaps some Scots with mad computer skills Photoshopped LiLo's head on this Scots wrench.

Though, the fact that some rich Arab prince paid for her to come to one of his big parties in the UK makes me wonder if Lindsay had an alcoholic blackout and some cocaine and entered a temporary psychotic delusion in which she fancied herself to be a model.

Nah, that couldn't have happened because there's been nary a peep from the Daily Mail and other trashy tabloids like the Sun. Maybe that Arab prince likes snapping pictures of pretty starlets like Lindsay.

Who knows?

Anyway, I have been searching high and low for the incriminating picture in my photo stream. Maybe one day I'll find it, crop a closeup of the Scots lassy's face, and ask if it looks like Lindsay.

Anyway, I refer any interested reader to Google Tallulah Bankhead to give you an idea of the role model for scandalous behavior among a certain group of young celebrities. Tallulah makes Lindsay seem like an innocent choir girl, but she kept her coke binges under control in the 1930s-1950s, and managed to become a talk show host in her prime in the 1960s.

So if Tallulah can handle her drinking and drugs, then I can't see why Lindsay can't.

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Reference:

Lindsay Lohan's interview with Oprah: http://www.nationalpost.com/m/wp/arts/scene/blog.html?b=arts.nationalpost.com/2013/08/19/it-was-a-gateway-to-other-things-lindsay-lohan-admits-to-alcohol-addiction-discusses-cocaine-use-in-oprah-winfrey-interview

Gossip Determines Character (poem)

I once sat here listening to the gossip,
But my ears burned for you.
Originally you were oblivious to it.
Now you can't get enough.
Yes! You have woken up to the truth!

Gossip and Rumors (poem)

It's almost as though God talked
to me through your friends
about your life in detail.
How I laughed! If only
they knew what I had witnessed!

How close to the truth
could friends be without being
there is beyond me!

When I came home to tell you,
you called it gossip & mdash;
it was like the devil talked
through you, and darkness
had fallen upon your mind.

Still, when we cuddled
I heard you talk in your sleep:
"Gossip and rumors!
Keep away from me right now!
Oh God! I am embarrassed!"

So I held you close and sighed,
"Me meeting your friends,
why are you so mortified?"
And you replied, "Oh,
they are sunny-day people!"

"They aren't rainy-day people
like you," she told me.
So I hugged her and kissed her!
The next morning dawned,
and you said to me again:

"They aren't rainy-day people
like you, as you know!
Those people who you had met
only claimed to be
friends of mine to spread gossip!"

"So the rumours' false?"
I asked, looking at her closely.
"Mostly," you replied.
"Couldn't you tell they were lies?"
I hadn't noticed at all.

If gossips spread lies as truth,
and truth as lies, then
only rumors would have
the currency of
truth to make the wise rich.

Yet truth telling leaves
one transparent to us all,
while a liar is
opaque, and lost to friendship,
except to other liars.

As gossips or rumour
mongers love to say,
"White lies are alway useful
for extracting truth
for us to spin around."

When once the truth is
stretched much too far for comfort,
it snaps suddenly,
and smacks between the eye
until you stretch it again.

Gossip and rumours
are cultivated by white lies,
only to become
"the official story"
and yours, conspiracy theory.

So, be prepared to
do some truth-telling before
a gossip sniffing
for rumours to morph into
stories to fan the flames.

A Note to Local Catholics

It is not God's will to report me to my brother-in-law.

In actual fact, you have sinned against God, because even God will not tattle tale on Himself.

Since He is all knowing, He would not mention anything to all of us except that Jesus is the One True God in deity with God.

Anything else that a man shares with another man is not God's will but hearsay and gossip, which is a minor sin.

Were I Catholic, then that which I wrote is undone.

However, as a Catholic, it's best you only quote me on my favourable words about Christianity.

Thank you and have an interesting life.

No One Likes a Gossip

In France, there once was a person who was a gossip. her gossip caused most of her friends to die at the hands of the Nazis.

However, to the Nazis she was useful because everyone confided in her.

In the end, when the French Underground realized such a gossip was the cause of their comrades' demise, they stopped associating with her.

So she turned coat and gossiped to the French Underground about the Nazis.

When the Nazis realized that they were being thwarted in their pursuit of the Underground, they took this woman and made an example of her.

She had her head shaved, was beaten, and despised by French and Nazi alike.

For even in war, neither side likes a gossip.

Years later, this same woman in old age was shunned in Paris because of her reputation as a gossip.

On her deathbed, the priest asked to hear her last confession.

She replied, "Father, forgive me for I have sinned. As a young woman, my gossip led to my fellow country men dying at the hands of the Nazis. To right wrongs, I gossipped to the Underground about what the Nazis plotted, only to suffer at the hands of the Nazis. Since the war, no one wanted to be associated with me because of my gossip. So now, on my deathbed, I've been alone these years..."

In response, the priest replied, "You are forgiven in God's name."

In a whisper, the old woman said "Did you hear that the current Pope used to be a Nazi sympathizer?"