13/11/2025
On Gossip and the Quiet Unease Beneath…
Want to talk about my strange relationship with gossip. I do indulge in it sometimes. It can feel like harmless connection, like sharing whispers over chai. Yet, I also feel this subtle anxiety rise inside me when the tone turns malicious or when it crosses into territories that feel out of bounds especially when it is about people I don’t know, like celebrities. There is a part of me that feels complicit, and another that withdraws in discomfort…
Is that hypocrisy? Maybe. Or maybe it’s the tug-of-war between my human curiosity and my deeper values… that I am trying to align with…
Psychologists say gossip isn’t inherently bad infact it’s one of the oldest forms of social glue. Anthropologist Robin Dunbar even called gossip “the human equivalent of grooming in primates” our way of bonding and understanding social norms. But Buddha would probably raise an eyebrow at that justification. In the Right Speech teachings, he said, “always ask yourself, is it true, is it necessary, is it kind?”
When I hear or share something unkind, even subtly, I can feel the dissonance. I believe in karma, in the idea that what we put into the world in words, thoughts, or actions … circles back in some form. So why do I still get drawn in? Maybe because gossip offers a quick, glittery illusion of closeness. Although temporary…
when I do try to gently step away or say, “let’s not go there,” I sometimes sense people looking at me like “Oh, here she goes, the holy cow!” (I say that with humour, but also truth.) The middle ground is hard to find. Maybe the middle path is awareness… noticing when gossip feels like connection and when it feels like corrosion. Noticing the tone in my heart when I speak or listen. The Dalai Lama once said, “Be kind whenever possible. It is always possible.” Even in conversation.
So I write this not as a declaration of virtue, but as a note to self… I am a work in progress.