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I pulled out my earphones to hear voices talking just outside my door. My roommate was out; I was the only one in my apartment. I walk over to the door, beckoned by curiosity.
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.
  
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That seems like innocent curiosity.
Just as long as you don't start bugging their apartment, setting up hidden cameras, or stalking them...
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I think you should probably not eavesdrop, but you will find that the more people you talk to, the more you find that there are a lot of normal people. Even extraordinary people have ordinary problems. Its a normal world, welcome dude  .
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Interesting blog, not nearly as creepy as i expected. Just be aware that when you eavesdrop you don't always hear things you want to hear.
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If I hear something strange in a nearby conversation, sure I'll try to hear what theyre talking about, but I dont actively seek that.
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Nice blog post, cheers. I sometimes eavesdrop on other people's conversations as well if they are interesting and if I know I won't be caught doing so.
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You are a creeper. All of us men are creepers. Some just hide it better than others.
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Good blog, I have had similar experiences and I am usually not a creep. It's just human curiosity, especially in the other sex. It's often interesting to hear people talk uninhibited. That's when they're honest.
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Unless they were banging each other it really isn't creepy. It's just eavesdropping.
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Do women really spend so much of their time talking about their weight?
LOL you will learn a lot faster if you don't try to make a general group of a world wide gender. There are a lot of both me and women who are preoccupied with their physique. Looking "good" to a lot of people is a strength in this society.
That said, I think in general lol ya women can spend a lot more time talking about kind of personal things like the stereotypical "do you think my butt looks big in these jeans when i go like thisssss?!" than me do.
And ya you're not a creeper, everyone is interested in other people. It is human nature.
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On October 05 2012 13:26 Jaaaaasper wrote:
Interesting blog, not nearly as creepy as i expected. Just be aware that when you eavesdrop you don't always hear things you want to hear.
Lol ya I clicked on it thinking it could be really bad...
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Well, you didn't walk up at the end and let the two ladies know you had three pillows on your bed, so I think you did ok here.
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