I was recently hurt by a friend. A friend that doesn't even know that I know that they hurt me. Kinda crazy, huh?
You see, I needed help. I called out to a friend (in desperation) and asked the friend for a favor. Well, me being the one with mouth wide open, shared why I needed the help. The friend was so kind to help me in my afternoon 3 hours of need.
The downside is that the friend decided that it would be okay to tell others that I needed help and why I needed the help. I don't recall ever saying not to tell. But I assumed that this friend would know that since I don't normally make it a habit to share - or even talk to others - that I wouldn't want my words given freely to the happy to listen and share neighbors.
I am bummed.
Then others told others and then those others told their others, and low and behold, all of Melrose Place (er...Barton Hills) now knows why I asked for help. (I could be exaggerating a bit.)
What a total bummer.
I don't generally ask for help.
Asking for help isn't a bad thing.
The bad thing is opening my mouth when asking for said help.
Do I learn to keep my trap shut or not ask for help?
Hmmmm...I don't even know.
I do know, however, that gossip sucks. Most especially when it is told in a fashion very similar to the old school telephone game.
Who knew that belly dancers riding purple elephants could be spotted stepping off of space ships in my back yard.
But shhhhhh...I'd hate for the secret to get out.
And then there is that thing about forgiveness...