You know, when you’re a kid, your parents teach you some of the rudimentary stuff: be polite, clean up your mess, don’t use bad words and mind your own business -blah blah blah.
Well, I am reasonably polite. I try to clean up my mess and I don’t swear that much (I try not to at least), but as for minding my own business, well, sorry mom and dad but your endless lessons have failed. I just can’t help myself – I’m too curious. I eavesdrop. There, I said it, I’m an eavesdropper. You can beat me with toothpicks now.
See that girl sitting beside you in the bus, seemingly smirking to herself like some weirdo when in fact she’s eavesdropping on your phone conversation, trying not to pipe in or burst into a laugh when you tell a good joke? Well, that’s me.
Or that other girl at the train station pretending to be listening to her turned off iPod, even humming and moving her head to the non-existent beat of ‘Kokomo’ to make you think that no, she is absolutely not eavesdropping on your hushed fight with your boyfriend? Me again.
I know it’s rude and indiscreet. I know. But I do it none the less – like when you’re five years old and your mom says, “Do NOT eat that jelly bean!” and of course you look at her, eyes wide, while you pop the candy into your greedy mouth, just because it’s stronger than you. I can’t help it.
It’s not even something I can stop doing. I mean, unless I turn deaf, which I’m sure wouldn’t change a thing since I’d probably learn how to read lips. When I think about it, I’d be more efficient at eavesdropping then, wouldn’t I?
So basically, I’m bound to be an eavesdropper for the rest of my life. But I’m not complaining; last time, I learnt a delicious carrot and zucchini recipe and when my mom asked me where I’d found it, I just shrugged and said, “Well, you know, just word of mouth.” Thank you, Unknown Girl from Canal du Midi bus stop. And you were right, no need to add water in the pan, the zucchinis release plenty of water themselves.
by Lauriane Benard
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