Just like any other animal, I have as well this sharp sense of hearing. I can always find myself snooping around whenever I notice something odd. It may be people talking around about rumors. It’s human nature to be curious. For some reason, though I try to suppress it, I have this tendency of spying and trying to get honest answers. Sounds so desperate, but I can’t help it.
Those whispered truth that are meant not be heard by any, reach my ears. And as much as I want to ignore it, I just can’t. Overhearing it is not a bad thing. It’s their fault. It’s their random act of stupidity. Just don’t get caught that you’re listening. That’s a huge embarrassment. You might be charged of being “chismosa/o”
I will tell you about something I accidentally heard. It was a bare-naked truth that was supposed to be confidential. But I’m wondering if I actually just overheard it, it could be their intention to let me hear it. Who knows, right? Anything could be possible.
I was eating then with my friends. There were these two ladies with us in the table. The other one even smiled at me. Later on, I heard them talking about a girl involved in a controversy. I knew who they were talking about. Though they talked in a low tone, I can still hear them. They talked shit about me.
One girl spoke about how stupid I was. Of course, I know which side they were with. It was so obvious for me not to even notice. They were against me. I don’t know if they knew they were talking about me. I don’t know if they planned about it. I couldn’t care less. I was too daunted hearing things against me.
It’s not easy knowing how much others hate me. It’s as difficult as pushing yourself too hard to a hole, too small to fit you in. I think it’s a poor analogy. Forgive me for murdering my own sentiments.
When I listened to them, I tried hard not to show any emotion. I acted like I didn’t care, but in my depths, I was hurt. It cut through my heart. I was like a victim of a crime I myself consented. I allowed myself to be stepped down by these one-sided creatures.
Despite one’s urge to keep a secret, as long as it’s passed on to another, it’s unlikely to happen that the secret is best kept. Nothing is perfect. Each has its own flaws. Nothing can surely escape a fierce earshot…like mine.
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