Ninety percent of the time I don’t invade people’s privacy because I wouldn’t want it to happen to me.
Somehow my thinking and self-control go completely out the window when I’m in another person’s house in their bathroom. I have an uncontrollable urge to open their medicine cabinet and see what’s up. It’s like I have to do it. I need to know what pills are in there, what brand of razors, what deodorant, what odd bits are floating around in there just waiting to be discovered.
I feel so guilty for poking around in a person’s private space, but it’s just too easy to go “poke” and pop the little cabinet door open. The poke is such a simple, innocent, insignificant act that it almost makes me feel like what I’m doing is completely natural.
Poke. Pop. Too easy.
Please don’t let this deter you from inviting me over. I promise I won’t look in your cabinet. Especially if you don’t have one.