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my girlfriends and i, we have a messenger group dedicated to bitching about other people. We don't get too harsh, we basically state the facts. I feel specifically bad sometimes because there wasn't a bone in my body who liked "bitching". Let me explain the term to you. It is when you speak bad of people. When I was in middle school, some of my friends made fun of me, they whispered to each other, bad stuff. Basically, they got mad about me sometimes, eating their share of junk foods in the tiff-in period. It made me feel so small. I came back home crying. I was so sad the whole time, I always had a hard time making friends.
now I have a lot of friends who I speak bad stuff with. We try to make it as playful as possible just to feed our free time. If you judge it from the pessimistic view, we are awful. But to be honest, I enjoy our little space. Where we can speak our mind instead of sugarcoating everyone.

Speaking bad of people is prohibited in our religion but to fit in this world, you sometimes need to stop being the saint, be the higher person, follow all the rules. You need to loosen up. The adult version of bitching is not whispering in front of the person who's your topic of heated conversation. It is simply opening a super secret messenger group, sharing screenshots and making sarcastic remarks.
The person doesn't have any idea, so it's fine. You're not actively hurting anyone.
I hate myself for this but I enjoy it too. So bite me!







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