Walking home...

Walking home, I was passing along the street house mailboxes. Today is Friday most of the neighbors do not get home until 19:00. Every Friday I like to play hooky and just walk. (Back to the walking..) For every box I cross paths with, my hand tends to check its contents.

“Bills. Bills. Letter from the IRS...bills. That is all the people seem to get,” I say while I read their belongings. Today was a strange day. The weather was hot, but the air blew cold. The hairs on my neck stood as I pried the mailbox; shaped as a wedge of cheese, open. A letter was there. A letter with no address was mocking me. Begging me to read it.

It read:

Dear_______,

I have noticed you. A pattern occurs at my mailbox every Friday. Friday after Friday around 2:00-3:00pm a young lady opens my mailbox. She reads the entire streets mail. I am curious about why she does that. I hope that this Friday she will open my box and read this letter.

I wish to ask you to please stop reading my mail. I wish to ask you to please never show yourself around here. The cops will hear about it. Then I started to think. I came to the conclusion that you like reading peoples mail. Maybe your whole week looks forward to a Friday just to read my mail. But why?

Another question came to me, “ Why do I enjoy watching you?” It freaks people out when I do it. My friends hate it. Strangers think I am stalking them, but the reason is that I like to observe people and their actions. I watch as I think and ponder what they could be thinking.

Observing is something I do. Something I enjoy. Telling you to stop doing something you enjoy will be like asking me to stop watching you. To stop watching you coming every Friday, just to read my mail. You feel exited because its little secret. You feel as if you have accomplished something.

It’s important to participate in an activity you enjoy, because it makes you happy. If you are like me, they are very little things that we can enjoy. That is the reason on why I take advantage of an activity I enjoy. A weird, and odd as your activity may be, keep at it kid.

-Clementine-

That was an odd letter. I am glad she wrote that. It encouraged me to keep reading other peoples mail. I will not cease to do what I enjoy. Problem is now I have to go to a different street because I will fell rather queer having Clementine hiding. Sitting behind her mini-blinds quietly enjoying my curiosity.