The peephole in the door gives me a perfect view of one lady, sitting on the stairs right in front of my door. She is facing another girl who is standing in the threshold of the next room over. I assume the other girl is my next door neighbor, but I've never met either of them before.
I stand right infront of the door, excited, almost anxious to hear their conversation. I feel like what I'm doing is wrong: not so wrong that I want to stop, but just wrong enough to feel a little mischevious, or corrupt. I catch a bit of conversation about weight; one of them gained ten pounds for some reason. The conversation continues and I continue to stare at the woman in front of my door. They talk about going to the gym, and jogging. One mentions that she wants to become so skinny that people would think there's something wrong with her.
It feels almost unreal, like a conversation you might see in a movie. Do women really spend so much of their time talking about their weight? Do they really desire to become borderline anorexic? Or is it just chance that I would stumble upon a conversation about weight? Either way I can't dismiss it too easily. It's the first time I've ever seen two women talk uninhibited, without the thought that anyone else is watching.
I felt a bit nervous when the lady in front of my door looked at it. I felt like she could see me because I was staring right at her. But I knew she couldn't, and even if she did clue into my presence, what would she so? Open my door and confront me? It's my apartment and I'm free to do as I like.
After about five minutes of conversation, she finishes smoking her cigarette and they walk into the next door apartment. I stand there a moment thinking about what I've done. Is there something wrong with me? Am I a creeper or a wierdo? Or just a curious, awkward boy? One thing is certain: I think I like voyeurism.