Y said that is not called knowing something but called gossiping. According to Y, we can freely love or hate anyone in society because it is a matter of emotion, but we should not arbitrarily talk about other people's business when we do not understand the situation.
Y’s story is not uncommon these days. Some people like to gossip about others but do not understand or pretend not to understand the nature of the matter. They keep talking about the private matters of Ms. A, Mr. B, Mrs. C… as if they understand it very well. Life is extremely complicated, there are matters that even those involved do not fully understand, let alone outsiders.
Usually, people who know 10 things only say 5 or 6 things, but this person knows 1 thing but to prove that he is an important person, a know-it-all, he adds vinegar, chili, and garlic to make the story more flavorful. The story is "gossiped" to this person and that person, becomes "a copy of the original" and when it comes back, even the main character of the story, after hearing it, is both amused and annoyed because the matter has been pushed too far. The aunt told me that at a certain research institute, she wanted to spread the rumor by whispering to the typist in secret, "let's just talk about this in private...", and just a few hours later, the whole agency knew about it. Then there was the story of a young and promising candidate who was about to take over the leadership of the institute, so his resume from three generations was "traded" everywhere, even posted online, and of course there was also false information to the point that his cousin was rumored to be his girlfriend...
The neighbor sat cross-legged, drinking Solanum procumbens tea to detoxify his overworked liver, and nodded at his wife who was busy cooking, saying to him: My wife is such a good housewife, but those mean people are still gossiping that she was caught selling fake medicine. Then he said: If gossip is positive like the famous saying "Your reputation precedes you", it's fine, but most of it is negative, a little is blown out of proportion, small things become big like "a storm in a teacup", which is sad.
