Displacement in Conversation

It’s strange how, when people get together, conversation often drifts toward someone who isn’t there. A name mentioned casually, a flaw dissected softly, a story told with just enough detail to feel important. It makes me wonder: Are we actually bonding… or just trying to feel important?

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Sometimes gossip feels less like a connection and more like a safety blanket. As if talking about someone else keeps the spotlight safely off of us. As if exposing another person’s life makes our own feel lighter, or at least less empty for a moment.

Gossip can be a form of quiet insecurity. Not always cruel, just human. A way of saying “I’m trying to offer something of substance to the conversation” without using words. It’s easier to analyze someone else’s life than sit with our own thoughts in a silent room.

And maybe that’s why gossip is something that lives to be told by anyone at any age. It fills space. It softens awkwardness. It keeps a conversation going when we don’t yet know how to show our real selves.

But I also wonder what would happen if we stopped reaching for other people’s stories and started sharing our own instead. If we replaced rumors with honesty. If we trusted that our presence alone and our own stories (not someone else’s struggle) were enough to hold a conversation.