Gossip fouls the water supply. The guileless complaint I register to a neighbor or coworker about another neighbor or coworker alters the water we’re all drinking from, even if nobody else ever hears it. My damaged ego or ill will is a toxin, and, as with all toxins, it needs a safe disposal mechanism: a journal, a confidant completely outside the community, a therapist (here it’s worth warning against allowing yourself to be someone else’s gossip disposal mechanism; if you have any stake in the person they’re muttering against, best to shut it down).
Reconciliation starts with prevention.
YoRocko! 
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