Aw, shit. Just when I start to love people and restore my happiness to its full potential, there they go and slap me in the fucking face.

Okay, there was no face-slapping going on. I'm being melodramatic. But still, that's what idioms are for.

I need to stop rambling. Let me just spit this out.

Secret #5: I'm a snoop. A bad one.

Reasons that snooping is bad:

~ It's morally wrong.
~ You know you're probably going to find something out that you don't like (but you do it anyway).
~ You can't confront anyone with what you've discovered. ("You slept with my boyfriend!" "How did you know!?" "Uh, I was looking at your email" "Oh, you bitch")
~ Two wrongs don't make a right. But the catch is that sometimes they make you feel a little better.
~ It's a secret that you can't tell without being shunned.

Reasons that I snoop:

~ I'm not really sure of what to put on this list. Oops.

So this little exercise made me realize:

~ I'm stupid.
~ I'm nosy.
~ I'm melodramatic.
~ I'd rather not know the truth.

So, tell me. Would you rather know the truth, be comforted by a lie, or not be told anything at all?

Joel Willoughby - "Hazelnut Moon"

[Thanks for the recommendation, Carly! :) ]

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