- Dearest ______,
You’re walking alone down the street and you come across people animatedly engaged in their own private bubbles.
In your mind, you say:
“Forgive me, but may I momentarily join your happy, little affairs?”
You forget that:-
1) That’s a preposterous thing to say to complete strangers
2) In many ways, you have not really outgrown the extreme shyness of your childhood days
3) That is just- you are just- beyond weird
So what do you end up doing?
Oh, that’s right, you capture snippets of their happy private-cum-public lives with your obliging ally, the camera… For shame!
In (some of) the words of Billy Joe Armstrong’s 90’s hit:
But I believe
(I’ve got) walking (voyeurism)
And I ain’t got no right
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