This may not be mundane or pointless, but I must share it or I’ll explode from the guilt. I’ll try and keep it short: I’m in my dorm room, doing work over Thanksgiving break. I need a highlighter, so I went over to my roomate’s desk and opened her drawer (this is normal–we borrow stuff from each other’s desk and drawers constantly.)
Then I saw her diary. And I picked it up. But I didn’t READ it, per se. It had a rubber band thingy on the cover, and I just (this is the part where I’m a IDIOT) stretched it a little and peeked inside and flipped the pages real fast. But I didn’t see anything, except a few words…“he hurt me…” “can I trust him…” Random stuff about guys, I would say. And then I realized I was being a total nosy terrible horrible roomate and slammed it shut and threw it back in the drawer.
And now I feel awful. And I guess I should. Of course I should. A few notes: If it didn’t have the rubby band thingy, I would’ve flipped through it anyway. It didn’t act as a deterrent for me. And I didn’t see anything that I didn’t know (not like it matters, it’s still awful.)
So I can’t do any work. I feel like calling her up in Boston and telling her, but I didn’t see anything, really. I’m just mad at myself for being so damn nosy. It’s despicable, and it’s something I need to control.
So I guess what I’m looking for here is comments: tell me I’m terrible and I’m going to hell, or tell me that what I did was bad, but not awful. Or tell me that you do this stuff all the time, or tell me a story when you did. Either way, I learned a lesson. Nosiness=guilt=inability to work.
God, I feel crappy.