In the land of women

When women are together, they usually talk about food, men and fashion. I have no problem with that. I love food, I love my man, and fashion, well, I'd like to try wearing those black leggings that just refuse to die. Problem is, in between these immortal topics, gossiping rules. Sure I do gossip, I'm a woman after all. But I prefer not to do anything about it.

I work in a place ruled by women. Naturally, the gossiping also just refuses to die. I couldn't care less if people gossip about me because I know my worth. What I don't like is being the sponge of all these talks about each other. It gets pretty boring when nothing is new except another round of "she did this and said that." It gets annoying when your patience is hanging on a thread and your hormones are making your moods go ballistic because of bad energies surrounding you.

What to do about this? Sign up for yoga with Monica again? Re-read Thich Nhat Hanh's "Peace is Every Step" to get enlightened? Ignore it? Scream shut up when I feel my daily dose of gossip is coming? Women! Oh well, I'll better get back to my laundry and sleep on it. For now.