“People want me to gossip, I’ve realized,” I told her. “It’s the thing they expect of me when I arrive somewhere, particularly if they’re getting wrecked.” “And did you gossip?” “A bit, yeah,” I said. “I didn’t realize how much I used to do it.” “Why did you do it?” “I don’t know. To feel close to people? To make conversation? Maybe to feel powerful,” I said. “That’s the only reason people gossip. I obviously did it to feel powerful.”
