If it wasn't for this meaty, yet wispy tidbit, I would have probably completely forgotten about Gabe from 8th grade. Or, if I still lived at home, I would also know every detail of the arrest and the acquittal, who he is dating, if he bought a new shirt, and I would hate it. I really don't care that Gabe got arrested (and acquitted). I don't feel bad for him or glad. If I were home and forced to hear the stories of Gabe, I would be just as pissed off as when the grocery store lines force me to know Brangelina is pregnant and Rachel Ray is having man trouble. I DON'T CARE! I don't want my mind to know these things. I don't even know the capital of New Hampshire, I should learn that while I wait to buy my groceries.
But because I don't live at home and I miss my family and the place, I crave the pathetic gossip that ties the town together. I ask for it from anyone I can get it. If I never hear if Gabe rejects the drug dealing lifestyle that got him arrested, no biggie. Someone else I used to know will make police blotter status or have a kid or an affair and I will cling to that factoid instead. I miss my hometown and the people I love who are still living in it, but I secretly love how late the daily drama reaches me. It somehow makes me feel more in control of it. I know about Gabe's inland northwest arrest because my People.com-reading friend from DC heard and then bounced in back to me in Portland. I asked for good gossip and it was delivered--it wasn't forced upon me like it is a part of my life. I am fabulously separate, but still intrigued because I sort of know Gabe and his family...and most of the people he sold to. Oh the glory of a small town.
All I have to do to be successful is not be the juiciest story traded from mouth to ears to more eager ears. And to really dream big all I need is to be that hushed story people jealously roll their eyes at. Ah sweet success.
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perhaps, a-v a-u are the initials of this fictious Gabe? is it that small of a town that i know the real Gabe? Hmmm... I'll start keeping lists of the offending gossip and call you weekly with all the sordid details. I love you--your gossip and detail-oriented sis
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