Journals

On another domestic note, I now know three people whose partners have read their journals. Seriously, who does that? Are you kidding me? And why would you do that?

It’s like going to a fortune teller. What’s your best case scenario there? Either you’re going to hear something bad, in which case you’ll get all worked up (like I did) and go straight to your therapist, or you’re going to hear something good which you won’t believe anyway because it’s just a fortune teller. Basically, you’re going to find out things that a.) you don’t want to know, and b.) you can’t do anything about.

If I read R’s journal – which would be hard, since he doesn’t have one – and I came across something saying how upset he doesn’t like brocolli after all and has been lying about it because I really like it, where would that lead?? I’m not sure that, “While I was browsing through your journal this afternoon, I came across an upsetting note,” would be a good conversation starter.

What am I possibly going to do with the knowledge that at some point, after some frustrating and brocolli-laden dinner, he was upset enough to write a journal entry about it? I’d be grateful he got over it in his journal instead of having a three-hour conversation about our feelings towards dark green vegetables. He chose that route and I’m fine with that. As was he, apparently. There are some things that are none of my business and, even if they relate to me, I don’t want to know. Staying on track requires dealing with what’s in front of you to do, not going out looking for things that will bring confusion and curses down on your sneaky head.