Rumors. They tend to consume us, hurt us, make us, break us, and can be the death of us. I absolutely hate rumors. The thing about rumors is that you have no control over them whatsoever. Once something is said, it can turn into any number of things. A rumor, once unleashed, is like one of those thorny vines in a fairytale that spreads at the speed of light with its only goal being to reach you and drag you in. And if you dare try to fix a rumor? Ohh, then you’ve really done it. It’s like cutting off the head of a hydra—you cut off one head, two grow back in its place. Everything only gets worse. The best way to deal with a rumor is simply not to. Though as you let it run its course, it will still raise hell no matter what you do. Just try to keep your head up and a smile on. And that awful saying that we all wish we could believe and do: “Don’t let it/them get to you.”
