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So, you’re at a party, minding your own business, holding your drink like a responsible adult, when you hear someone saying negative things about you.
Honestly, my first reaction would depend on how expensive the snacks are. :)
If there are mini quiches involved, I might let it slide.
Age has taught me that not every comment deserves my energy. Some people arrive at parties to dance. Others arrive to gossip as if they have been appointed by the Ministry of Unnecessary Opinions.
If someone were saying something unkind about me, I would probably pause and ask myself one important question:
Is this worth my peace, or am I about to ruin a good outfit over a foolish person?
In my younger years, I might have confronted them immediately. Full speech prepared. Eyebrows lifted. Voice steady, but dangerous.
Now I am older. Wiser. Slightly more moisturised.
So I would choose one of three things.
If I cared enough, I would walk over and say, very calmly,
“My goodness, if you wanted to discuss me, you could have at least invited me into the conversation.”
Not rude. Not loud. Just enough to let them know I am not a rumour. I am a person with excellent hearing.
If I did not care enough, I would ignore them and continue enjoying myself. Because some people are committed to misunderstanding others, and I am no longer available for unpaid emotional labour.
And if the party was already bad, I would take their comments as my sign from heaven to go home.
There comes a point in life when you realise that people who speak badly about you are often revealing themselves more than they are revealing you.
Also, let us be honest. If I am being discussed at a party, at least I am part of the entertainment.
These days, I protect my peace with more seriousness than I protect my handbag.
So no, I would not throw a drink.
I would not make a scene.
I would not wrestle in a living room over somebody’s poor character and weaker vocabulary.
I would keep my dignity, fix my face, and remind myself of one simple truth:
Not everyone who talks about you matters.
And not every party deserves your presence for the full evening.
