How to Create Gossip

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If you want to start gossip, create cryptic and passive aggressive messages.

We’ve all seen messages on Facebook that are ambiguous and cause people to grasp their magnifying glass and mimic Sherlock Holmes. We all want to uncover the clues to this complexity. We dust for fingerprints, wondering who the culprit in the “Clue” envelope may be.

Creating coded messaging causes others and yourself to stumble. This is the start of the gossip granule. We spy 🕵🏻‍♀️ this minuscule message and think we have pin-pointed the perpetrator who, more than likely, is innocent.

Therefore, “clue granules” are then mistakenly mounded into lies and deceit. Gossip is uncovered under the spyglass, rather than truth.

“Eye spy” passive aggressive passages upon screens and in person.

These classified convictions also create gossip, concealing trueness.

Once again, others are intrigued and curious, picking up pipe and magnifying glass to crack the veiled vault.

Who is it?

Maybe it’s…

Could it be?

I wonder?

When trying to answer these questionnaires, gossip is quilled. “Ah! Watson! I think I have it!”

But, in turn, we haven’t uncovered anything except falsities from folly.

If you want to create gossip…be coded and ambiguous in posts, word, and actions.

If you want to create truth, go to a brother or sister and state your claim. If they are sinning, rebuke them.

So watch yourselves. "If your brother or sister sins against you, rebuke them; and if they repent, forgive them. - Luke 17:3

Be clear and concise, so none will stumble in the dark trying to reach for a magnifying glass…

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