Busybody: (n) a meddling or prying person.
There is a danger in turning vice, immorality or even sin into charactures so as to escape any referrence to these pieces of nastiness being associated with our actions. So we tend to make sexual immorality broad-stroked–as prostitues, whores and gigolos–and lying as gangsters or Congressmen.
But when am I immoral? When am I a liar?
I’m immoral when I don’t follow the morality that is healthy for humans and I’m a liar when I don’t tell the truth.
God, I don’t like that definition.
I do not like being lumped in with the more decrepit and deceitful members of the human race. It’s much easier for me to believe that a busybody is an old woman sitting around her house frowning at all the joy of the young people around her, secretly jealous because they continue to be optimistic, and she is now old, dried-out and bitter.
I wouldn’t want to think that my personal jealousies, which cause me to throw a little bit of a negative comment about other people, to diminish their character, would have anything to do with being a busybody.
Certainly the member of a political party who sideswipes a person from an opposing political party is not a busybody. Right?
Refusing to understand the changing trends in society and insisting on trying to preserve the old ways doesn’t make me a busybody–even if I tend to criticize those who disagree with me.
A busybody is someone who’s old. And as long as I don’t think I’m old, I couldn’t be a busybody.
Actually, the name is rather ironic–because those who gossip,. refuse to change, are inflexible, judgmental or selfish tend to have very lazy bodies.