Mea culpa. Today I indulged in gossip. I talked about other people. It felt good. I felt a stronger connection with the people I was gossiping with. I tried my best to limit to praise gossip (which apparently reflects a self-improvement mindset) but also indulged in some negative gossip (which apparently boosts one’s sense of pride).
The filter I started implementing since my college years was to imagine the person whom I’m about to speak is actually in front of me listening to what I’m about to say, and I try to close the mismatch as much as possible. Whenever that mismatch is wide, I plan in my head a way to talk with that person to repeat what I said. An effort to beat karma before she gets me.
The thing that I’ve noticed is that when speaking my mind to the individual in question, they may feel initially disappointed or distraught, but never defensive nor triggered. In fact, they may welcome the freshness of being direct and frank. Something about the vulnerability of honesty that reveals my human condition. As if by speaking my mind I am asking for forgiveness for my transgression. Oftentimes, they do. And that is a beautiful thing.