(by "walaal" I am addressing each of you to extend me pity)The weird twist of my gossip thirst--is in incorporating my highly developed mental acumen. I like to connect dots. I use my literature loving critical thinking skills to dissect simpletons in my village circle, thereby exposing their deepest secrets without them knowing how I know these said secrets. I like to connect little Freudian slips here and there, and then form a mystery--throw out a baasto on the wall and hope it sticks. Throw rumors of what I suspect--knowing fully the baaasto or gossip will either stick on the wall or fall down, and people will be done with it. But unfortunately or maybe fortunately---the rumors causes a havoc. A mass confusion and mass sighs that befuddles people and wonder what was the source of this information. Me--very far from the scene of the crime.
Tafadhaal--is there mental disease connected to the love of gossip?
