You did it to me & I did it (stupidly) right back, tit 4 tat, but it’s all about the tit…
Random disclaimer
If I may….let me begin with the disclaimer…..this is RANDOM!!!!!
My first memory of a fierce bout with curiosity came at me with such gale forces that I knew I wouldn’t let it kill the cat….and I do staunchly believe that is the curse on anybody with that evil known as natural born curiosity…..perhaps those untimely after school specials….but for me it was watching those perfect and pristine do gooder little wenches with their diaries….I didn’t have one and up to that point I don’t recall having any idea of what one would write on it…..cue to the darling sitting up in her room, pen poised on paper and a voice over saying “Dear Diary……” cue to silence, so whatever deep secrets went into the diary I still didn’t get…..cue back to reality and I happened upon my mother’s diary and of course curiosity strikes and I’m all for looking to see what secrets that little floral book locked with a key holds….it doesn’t take much effort to locate a key and nervously look to see that I am not going to be busted in my quest to uncover the mysteries and secrets that are diligently posted……coast is clear and I hurriedly rifled through the pages…..no earth shattering revelations were to be found…..instead a list of household duties that have been completed and a list of yet to be done chores…..page after page, day after day….week after week, month after month…..a litany of days listing laundry, dishes, grocery shopping and Dr. appointments….wow….what a major disappointment, I had expected some earth shattering revelation, like perhaps as was my most ardent wish/dream….it would come to light that I was indeed adopted…..cue to present day…..and there comes the tit for tat and the tit…..many times in my past the prying eyes and the undying curiosity that could slay a million cats….has come a searching for those little secrets or revelations that could shatter the world….a purse or drawer rifled through….a perusal through a box that holds mementos of a life now laid to rest….no biggie…no earth shattering secrets were buried there….letters kept read by prying eyes….laughably those letters contained nothing that really could disrupt the status quo…..simply a letter kept as a token of affection because in this day and age it is a rare thing to receive such a treasure….in the today and now we forward emails and maintain communication in all electronic forms….so the ability to be able to revisit with melancholy and rifle through a stash of old letters, birthday cards and scraps of paper with personal notes is such a treat….so tit….you fall into the temptation and in your cat killing natural born curiosity you succumb to that innate desire to look….not expecting a brutal and gut wrenching stab in the back and through the heart……but it happens and it happened and that is what one gets when they fall into the trap of looking somewhere one should not have….I’ve heard many of times and have myself repeated the saying “Don’t go looking for trouble….surely you will find it….or it will find you.”….it has been said in those exact words as well as in other ways…..Curiosity the BITCH that kills the CAT…..and damn those tits!
dear diary
So I guess that was like Karma, you did it and then the same was done to you. Sometimes a diary just sitting there can be very tempting, I peeked in my sister’s diary once. I read where she had done something and I couldn’t say anything about it without giving myself up, so I kept my mouth shut.
I was quite young so I don’t think that counts, I hadn’t been taught it was wrong to snoop in a diary, I just had that damned curiosity to see what was under lock and key…but now…I’ve totally learned my lesson, both in how I respect others privacy and how I want my privacy respected.