LUNCH + CILANTRO = FAIL
Maybe I’m too hard on myself, but trying not to engage in cilantroful gossip is one of THE hardest things I’ve ever done. Gossip is such an easy thing to do, because EVERYBODY does it. Or, it feels that way sometimes.
Last week, I was presented with an opportunity to not say bad things about a person that I gleefully wanted to skewer into cilantro-filled oblivion. It was the second big test of the new me since I started this blog – something the cilantro gods must be enjoying immensely.
When this person came up, I initially said I didn’t want to talk about them – no cilantro and all. Good for me.
But, conversations being conversations, things circled back around to this person again. And I wavered. And I blabbered. And I cilantroed.
It’s true that I didn’t say wickedly mean things (like I wanted to) and I tried to say nice things that I really didn’t mean (probably just as cilantro-esque.) In the end, I was just mad at myself. I knew the right thing to do, and I didn’t do it all the way.
Bad habits are tough to break. I guess part of the good that came from this relapse was seeing how abominable the cilantro made me feel – something I used to enjoy made me feel anything but happy. Baby steps, I know. Today is another day to take them.