All The Harm That Gossipers Do And The Soap Opera I Was In.....

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One time I thought I was living some kind of soap Opera kind of thing like you see on the Tele a sort of mystery thing you know. Where everyone else except you seemed to know all about you yet you had never met them before. On top of that like a cherry on the top of the cake. I got totally drenched and soaked going through France on the way to Great Britain for a family thing I will call it now I was trying to help. Two of those people that I met up with in the street where I was staying told me to go home, they said I really like you I was thinking like huh? Go home they will only cause you much misery. Not that I did not already know what was coming. But those two people to this very day I did not know and I can only imagine how they knew all about me and they were not fortune tellers either urging me to come back here. Of course I am talking about something that happened ages ago now. This was the first end result of our journey to England to sort or try to sort out a situation which I ai´´tnt going to mention as that is between me an the brick wall. I was just musing now at what gossiping can do all the harm and the hurt and I was right in the middle of it too.