OK -- I don't normally condone sneaking into people's personal shit because I know what it's like to be on the recieving end. My brother is usually the culprit.
At any rate this past Tuesday my classes ended at 2:45 but I was to meet my acting partner at 3 to rehearse on our piece. We really wanted to get the scene down. We went to our preplanned acting room and unfortunately it was already occupied.
So I told my partner I knew another room which might be available. We go downstairs and sure enough no one's there. I saw a five-star binder and planner under one of the desks.
My partner said she had to go to the bathroom. So when she did, I examined the two items and noticed it belonged to a girl whose phone number was written down.
I decided to take it home, call her and give it back to her the next day.
Once my partner came back and we finished rehearsing, I took the bus home. (I carpool with my brother, he went home early) Sitting on the bus, I was overwhelmed with a curious jolt to open her planner...
I just wanted to check out her number again, oh okay I thought. Then these two 3x5 cards fell out... "Damn," I thought. I put them back in, and noticed she had written a journal of sorts... very brief and small details on each day, but it was a semi-diary nonetheless.
I read it.
I figure this was an opportunity that happens once. And hey, I'm a stranger, I don't know her, I'll read it just as if I was reading the autobiography of some stranger.
At first, it was your basic "Went to Jenny's house to watch Monsters Inc."
OK.
"Went to KFC for some chicken."
I see.
"I fucked my boyfriend."
....
"Oh he was so agressive today... mmmm."
I looked out the window. I looked behind and an old man nodded at me. Was he just being friendly, or was he acknowledging my sin?
"Last night I dreamt about how soooo agressive and abusive he was
."
... Interesting...
The way I figured it, hell I'll never understand girls, and this was my chance to read the day-to-day trials of a young female and see what kind of shit they have to go through that us guys may not. It's better for her to have it in good hands (ahem) rather than me leave it there and possibly somebody stealing it... so in my mind I figure I was doing the right thing.
Was reading/skimming through her brief diary unethical? Yes. But I think in this particular case, it's not as bad as it could be.
"I wanted to swim, but today I couldn't. PMS."
Oh wow...
"No more fucking for me! <img src="graemlins/crying.gif" border="0" alt="[Crying]" /> My boyfriend told me today he won't fuck me when I'm on PMS."
I closed the planner and that night I called her. When I explained the situation she was thanking me many moons. I told her to meet me by that same room she left her stuff in -- tomorrow at noon.
So today after my acting class was over with, and me and my partner performed our scene preview to a nice ovation -- I ran out to meet her. Her boyfriend was there.
"Hey, this belongs to you."
"Thank you so so much!"
"Steven!" The boyfriend says with a smile, like, "hey dude thanks for saving my chick some stress. Just don't hit on her all right."
I nodded.
"Take care," and I ran back to class.
All in all a very interesting experience. I got to live in the shoes of the opposite sex for 20 minutes and I must admit it made me stop to think about my own life and other issues. Overall it was a very unique experience I don't think will ever pop up again.
"Open a book... take a look" -- I knew watching all those damn Reading Rainbow episodes in the 80s meant something!
<img src="graemlins/mrt2.gif" border="0" alt="[Mr T]" />
At any rate this past Tuesday my classes ended at 2:45 but I was to meet my acting partner at 3 to rehearse on our piece. We really wanted to get the scene down. We went to our preplanned acting room and unfortunately it was already occupied.
So I told my partner I knew another room which might be available. We go downstairs and sure enough no one's there. I saw a five-star binder and planner under one of the desks.
My partner said she had to go to the bathroom. So when she did, I examined the two items and noticed it belonged to a girl whose phone number was written down.
I decided to take it home, call her and give it back to her the next day.
Once my partner came back and we finished rehearsing, I took the bus home. (I carpool with my brother, he went home early) Sitting on the bus, I was overwhelmed with a curious jolt to open her planner...
I just wanted to check out her number again, oh okay I thought. Then these two 3x5 cards fell out... "Damn," I thought. I put them back in, and noticed she had written a journal of sorts... very brief and small details on each day, but it was a semi-diary nonetheless.
I read it.
I figure this was an opportunity that happens once. And hey, I'm a stranger, I don't know her, I'll read it just as if I was reading the autobiography of some stranger.
At first, it was your basic "Went to Jenny's house to watch Monsters Inc."
OK.
"Went to KFC for some chicken."
I see.
"I fucked my boyfriend."
....
"Oh he was so agressive today... mmmm."
I looked out the window. I looked behind and an old man nodded at me. Was he just being friendly, or was he acknowledging my sin?
"Last night I dreamt about how soooo agressive and abusive he was
."... Interesting...
The way I figured it, hell I'll never understand girls, and this was my chance to read the day-to-day trials of a young female and see what kind of shit they have to go through that us guys may not. It's better for her to have it in good hands (ahem) rather than me leave it there and possibly somebody stealing it... so in my mind I figure I was doing the right thing.
Was reading/skimming through her brief diary unethical? Yes. But I think in this particular case, it's not as bad as it could be.
"I wanted to swim, but today I couldn't. PMS."
Oh wow...
"No more fucking for me! <img src="graemlins/crying.gif" border="0" alt="[Crying]" /> My boyfriend told me today he won't fuck me when I'm on PMS."
I closed the planner and that night I called her. When I explained the situation she was thanking me many moons. I told her to meet me by that same room she left her stuff in -- tomorrow at noon.
So today after my acting class was over with, and me and my partner performed our scene preview to a nice ovation -- I ran out to meet her. Her boyfriend was there.
"Hey, this belongs to you."
"Thank you so so much!"
"Steven!" The boyfriend says with a smile, like, "hey dude thanks for saving my chick some stress. Just don't hit on her all right."
I nodded.
"Take care," and I ran back to class.
All in all a very interesting experience. I got to live in the shoes of the opposite sex for 20 minutes and I must admit it made me stop to think about my own life and other issues. Overall it was a very unique experience I don't think will ever pop up again.
"Open a book... take a look" -- I knew watching all those damn Reading Rainbow episodes in the 80s meant something!
<img src="graemlins/mrt2.gif" border="0" alt="[Mr T]" />
