Silence is underrated. Truly.
Several years ago, this girl left The First Company (which she should really call the Cukoo Nest) and went into business with an old friend who was also her then training partner. They had a good thing going, really, when they trained and were pretty much a powerhouse to be reckon with. Some say its because it was a great balance of ego, class and elegance. This girl likes to think so too. Anyway, he decided one day that he wanted full and final say in the company and demanded that this girl sign over most of her shares in the company if not he would walk. This girl sent him packing. Thereafter came the barrage of backstabbing attempts, wild gossip tales and accusations- some of which some of their mutual aquaintances believed.
And this girl chose to keep her silence. Painfully. As the saying goes, a house of cards is destined to crumble, and when his stories started to fall apart and not hold up, many started sniffing around her for what “the truth” is. By then, she had sorted the goats from the sheep in terms of where these mutual aquaintance are concerned.
Silence, can make or break a person. Its a tough place to be; people saying and believing what is different from what is true. It means taking assault on your character without retaliation- other than the horror pictures of revenge you sometimes play in your head. It means seeing some of the people you might call your friends pick someone else’s side- and choosing to let it happen. True friends will always take your side, regardless.
Keeping your silence means having the faith that the Truth will withstand testing. Always
I’ve been there.
There was this guy, spread some nasty rumors against me in the office, even lead a ‘coup’ on me – just cus he thought I was going after the same girl.
(Ironically doing that only led her closer to me as she supported me then and became my girlfriend after.)
I chose to stay silent, even though I heard about the poison he was spewing behind my back. I figured if I did the same, I would be no better. So I just led my life, sticking to my own truths.
If there’s one thing that happened that I’m grateful for, it’s that it really did separate the wheat from the chaff, the fluffy friends faded away while the real ones rallied to my side. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.