Every notice how sometimes the more you know about someone, the less you really wish you’d known about them? There’s something about me, where people just tell me stuff. Sometimes it’s good, and sometimes it’s just like “why in the world am I hearing this?”. And hearing it is one thing, because depending on the person and what’s happening it may be no big deal, in which case I really wouldn’t mind it.
Then there’s the other case. When you’re privy to something or multiple somethings that are going on at one time. Then when something happens like that and you know what’s up. So all of a sudden…you’re involved in something that you really don’t need to be involved in. Then you hear lots of bullshit from lots of people about something that you seriously don’t need to be involved in, yet it’s almost as though you’re in so deep that you’re just as bad as whatever else is going on.
Because it’s nothing good, otherwise everyone would know about it. It’s always some underground, scandalous shit that nobody needed to even make happen, let alone talk about.
So if you’re reading this, don’t assume it’s about you. The stories are all too entertaining and I truely truely enjoy it. But just dont get me involved. Otherwise, less is more.
