I Hate You Dr. Phil

All right, here's the problem with talking about your feelings.
Feelings don't last forever.
So here's what happens.

You're having the shittiest day, and everything is annoying you, even the smallest things. So what do you do? You rant about it to just about anyone that will listen. You say things you don't mean and things you never would say. What happens after that?

Well the person listening to it doesn't realize you're having a bad day. They think you seriously have a problem with who or whatever you're talking about. So what do these people do?

They suddenly become mediators and become a Dr. Phil. They think they can solve EVERYTHING. They tell everything you said to the person you're talking about. If any of you guys played the game "telephone" you will understand what I'm talking about.

This "Dr.Phil" starts to paraphrase everything you said. They don't include the fact that you were having a bad day. They don't tell the person stuff you said before whatever it is they are telling them. And guess what happens next?

The person you were talking "shit" about is fucking angry. They think "WTF! Why is Tim being such a bitch about such a small thing. Why is he talking shit about me behind my back. I fucking hate that guy. [Include rest of rant here]"

And here I am. Just sipping on my milk the next day. All the angry feelings I had yesterday is gone. I don't hate anyone. I realize all the things I rant about yesterday was stupid and dumb. I didn't mean any of it. Life goes on, right?

NOPE

The person I was talking about in my rant starts to act passive aggressive towards me as if I killed his first born son. There's going to be friction between me and this person for a long time. Why a long time?

Because he's not going to confront me about what he heard me say and I'm not going to confront him about what I said because I have no clue he even heard it. I thought the person I told would keep it a secret, I didn't know she was going to turn Dr. Phil on me.

Yup. That's my story. It happened to me so many times that it's no longer funny. What is the moral of the story?
I have no clue, but a couple things I learned is: don't talk about my feelings to anyone; if i had to talk about my feelings, either talk to someone you KNOW will not try to fix it.

It's hard to find these people because almost everyone wants to "fix" things, too bad they always end up messing it up. =/

Oh also, to the people who listen to other people's problem. Please don't try to fix the situation by yourself. I mean, sometimes when people rant, they just want someone to hear it, that way they can get their feelings out and move on. But if you INSIST on making things better, PLEASE just set up a meeting of some sort between the two people. 9/10 times, you will probably mess up the meaning of the whole thing and make the situation way worse!

"Gossip is the worst poison we can spread."

TisforTimothy!