yep, i'm a creeper.

every once in a while i skim the missed connections in craigslist.  the other personal ads on that site are almost entirely too foul for me, but i'll come across jewels in the missed connections that are perfectly ripe for my voyeuristic imagination to go running with.  i love wondering about these people and considering various scenarios.  i realize that makes me a creeper of sorts... but i've sat and watched and wondered about people for as long as i can remember.  it's really all very innocent daydreaming, i'm definitely not the sort to follow someone home and peep through their window, or climb up on their porch.   i can't help fantasizing about who these people are, what they do, what they smell like, where they were when the wrote what they wrote, what the room looked like, what time of day it was, whether or not they were sipping a coffee as they wrote it, what kind of shoes they're wearing, what books they might be reading, are they lovers, and on and on.

but there's a part of me that's actually a little afraid of this habit.  what if i became obsessed to the point of crossing boundaries?  i don't want to be that guy.