Most of what people say is nonsense and gossipy, or conceited. Or an account of a bad day. Truth is, I don't care about your bad day, because it probably wasn't that bad, and if it was, well, it probably wasn't worse than mine, or anybody else's. Shut up or rehearse your next session of mindless banter off of the back of a cereal box.
I reckon if everyone thought once more before they decided to open their greasy gobs the world'd be a much quieter place.
And maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing.