Rumour Has It

A world without gossip is a world without emotions. People need gossip to feel alive. The need to know, whether true or otherwise, are totally irrelevant. Because at the end of the day, as long as you are not the subject of the matter, nothing else actually matters. It is just a tale spun to spice things up in an else, mundane life.


My office is never without gossip. Every single day, there is a story afloat. Somebody someone knows heard it from someone they know and the story goes on. 


If you were to hear it from the horses mouth, it wouldn't be called gossip, now would it?


So, basically, you rarely get first-hand information. But then again, you don't really care. It's juicy, it's succulent, it deviates you from the monotonous of work that you wish to be free off.


Now, a nice piece of drama unfolded recently. And when I say drama, I mean drama with a capital D.R.A.M.A. It's amazing that you would even get to hear  something like this.


One decidedly normal evening, whilst robotically doing my everyday tasks, my next door neighbour (in the office) whispered something perturbedly and disturbing. A girl just attempted to commit suicide!


Apparently she (who isn't even an employee) climbed up a balcony, which was just one storey high, and threatened to jump to whoever who was there who cared.


One thing led to another but nobody knows the whole truth apparently but because of that, and because we needed to keep the juiciness going, we made up our own version of the 'attempted suicide'.


It was fun making stuff up. 


I know, I know. It's bad to laugh at other people's misery, but this girl was funny as s***. I mean, hello .... the height? The most you can get is a broken arm, but you certainly won't die from it. Unless if you're the kind of person who falls funny, and you jump head first, then yes. There is that possibility of death.


I tried to empathise and came up with the rationality that she could have been too stressed out that she didn't even realise that she wasn't up high enough to kill herself. 


At the end of the day, the girl's pain was our pleasure. We sure had a jolly good time at work that evening and we had her to thank for. Our stress level was certainly reduced and we actually enjoyed ourselves.


So it is true what they say ... behind every cloud there's a silver lining. Well, the silver lining wasn't for the girl, but that's besides the point. She did something good that day which was putting tonnes of frowns upside down. We salute you.

Rumour Has It