I have learnt today that rumours can spread extremely quickly! And by the time it reaches the source, it's as far from the truth as it can get.
It got me thinking about the effect that other people's words and thoughts about us can matter. I am as unaffected by people's opinions of me as anyone can be nevertheless, I do have skeletons in my closet. And I do hide a lot of things from everyone but my closest friends.
A random person telling you that someone thinks you did something that you did not do but then everyone is talking about it and you feel like you are beginning to believe it yourself and suddenly you get paranoid as you feel that the world is against you and oh no you send someone hate mail and........
Yeah! I have gone through that feeling a million times so I am not the best person to be pointing fingers.
And so have you, stop laughing at me. Especially if you are a woman who is reading this.
People's opinions don't really change with the truth. People's opinions change when they get to know you. And it isn't possible to know everyone.
From the time that you realize that you have only a few real friends, to the time that you understand that it's not possible to please everyone, to the moment you stop caring about others opinions and the moment you decide to stop making everything an issue, its all a big process and it helps you mature in many different ways.
That's why I love my college. It has taught me the power of rumour mongering. I am pretty sure that if some of the people I have come across in the past three years were sent abroad, they could bring down governments. Like the Roman Agent in Asterix. (If you haven't read asterix, you never had a childhood.) A simple comment I made in our canteen to a bunch of extremely harmless girls with absolutely NO malicious intentions has turned into a vicio Gmail battle.
I have given 5 exams in the past 4 days, two of which were within the span of eight hours today morning.
I say this at the risk of being mocked and ridiculed, but I finally understand the emotion behind Rebecca Black's "Friday". Only, to me it is Sunday. (I was dancing to it today, SUE ME!)
I'm leaving to get those eight hours of sleep that I have so been dreaming of for the past couple of days. (Isn't it strange how you end up not feeling sleepy when you have absolutely NOTHING to do?)
Will sign out now.
P.S: I have noticed that ever since my sleepless nights started I have been getting mopey on blogger. Shall sign back in only when I am well rested from now on.