Curiosity Killed The Cat

I don’t know how often I’ve heard this saying, and I don’t know if I ever really believed it.  But I do now.  No, I’m not the cat in the saying.  I guess I should explain this.

Jason has become a lot more open with me lately.  And he told me that he created a diary on here, for the specific purpose of letting strangers read and comment on it.  I can understand that, because even if this isn;t his reasoning, it’s sometimes easier to let someone who you’ve never met hear your thoughts, instead of someone really close to you.  I know, it’s weird, but I’m sure I’m not the only one who thinks this.

Anyway, though, long story short, again, I state that anyone who knows me knows I’m curious.  Once I found out Jason had a diary, I was determined to learn the name of it, because he hadn’t divulged that piece of information to me.  Well, I did find it out, thanks to some quick thinking, and checking of something else.  But after I found it out, I realized, I couldn;t click on that link.  I couldn’t look at his diary.  It’d be betraying him, pure and simple.  And I will not do that to him.  I’ve gained his trust, to the point that he will talk to me, and tell me things, even if they’re difficult for him to get out.  He does, eventually.

I mean, yeah, I could just go into that diary, and not tell him I’ve read it, and I did consider that.  Until the betrayal idea came into my head.  I couldn’t do it to him.  I wouldn’t be able to look him in the eyes.  And I like being able to do that.  I like his eyes, if nothing else.  But what I like better is the honesty between us.  We’re open with one another, no secrets, no lies.  And what I’d been thinking would break that unspoken agreement.

He did give me a concession.  He wanted my opinion on his main page, so he said I could check that out if I wanted to.  I did.  I like it.  Very much.

Another thing does stop me from being so curious about that diary, I must admit.  The fact that, while even if I don’t know what’s in it, he’ll probably tell me anything that is.  No, I don’t know the subject matter, and if I ask him, “Hey, what have you written in that diary?” I don’t think he’ll tell me, but I think he’s able to talk about a lot of things that he didn’t think he was able to.

It drives me nuts that I can’t see him until Tuesday, when I thought I’d see him today.  Sigh.  Oh, well.

Okay, this is cool.  I just heard a commercial with the song “When the Saints Go Marching In” in it.  I love that song.  I remember when I first heard it, in that old cartoon, Ghostbusters.  I don’t really remember anything from that show, but I used to love it.  I actually had a crush on Egon once.  Lol.  I was such a dork back then . . .

I’ve actually made it to the third round of the poetry contest, and I’ve chosen to do the fake smiles choice.  Well, actually, I’m going to combine two.  I’ll see how it goes.

I’m also workig on a musical.  I think things are going all right so far.  I actually have a couple of songs and a tune for one of them.  That’s pretty good for me, considering it’s a first attempt and all.  I have a basic plot, but I need to tweak it a bit, figure out the major and minor details.  Wish me luck!

–Notes–

Wow, good job, you have a lot of self-control to not read the diary. 🙂 [*~Advice~*]