Words can be hurtful. When I first moved to Florida and started interacting with people from my ward, my first impression was how much they gossiped about other people. It bothered me. A LOT. Some of the moms would have a playgroup every week and for about 8 months, I quit going. The way they talked about other people who went to church with us was not only cruel, judgemental, but I found the topic of other people to be incredibly boring.
Then I started to participate. And I was probably one of the worst offenders. I had an opinion about everything and everyone. Everyone was stupid, but me. Everyone was lame, but me. Everyone's kids weren't as cool as mine were. Yadda, yadda, yadda. I felt negative and self-righteous, and just gross. Before I moved here, I had a great circle of friends, friends who had better things to talk about. Never would I imagine saying the things I've said about my friends from home. But for some reason, I said them about people here. I participated in the gossip. It's affected my relationships with the other women who also participated. I don't trust them, my feelings towards them are tainted. I'm working on changing who I am, and like I said before, I feel much happier than I have felt in a long time. Working on washing all this nasty gossipy slime off me.
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