One thing I learned really early: Someone who will talk shit about someone else to you, will absolutely talk shit about you, to someone else.
I like gossip. Like, I *really* like gossip. I like it when people tell me things I shouldn’t know…generally about people I also don’t know. I rarely believe it, but as the bullied kid in grade school who didn’t get included in anything ever, that shit feels all kinds of good (for all the wrong reasons).
But it does go both ways. The worst things I ever heard about myself came out of the mouths of people who had never even met me, or who had met me but never had a conversation with me. You can form an opinion about any person for any reason. And I’m all for trusting your gut. But before you trash someone, or take someone else’s trash talk at face value, at least talk to them.
What does this have to do with goats? Nothing. But every little world is the same. The horse world? Vicious. High school sports? Ridiculous. I think there’s a point early, where you stick your foot in something new, where everybody is welcoming, whether your interest is photography or muscle cars. It always gets ugly. I guess you have to love what you love and learn to let the negativity roll off your back. I’m still working on it.
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