Behind The Scenes

Eavesdropping is a true skill.  It may as well be an Olympic sport.  I love unknowingly walking into a room in which people are whispering, and hear just enough to discover that they are talking about me.  First and foremost, my ears attempt to delicately make contact with the intricate sound waves from around the corner.  If I hadn’t inherited a pair of the most bionic ears known to mankind, I certainly wouldn’t be writing this.  Now, for the honesty.  How do I respond?  Or rather, how should I respond?  Do I leave the premise completely, in order not to hear more?  Or do I stand behind the nearest door hinge, just far enough away to listen in on the remains of the conversation?  However, if I stand creepily behind the doorway, (much like I usually can be found doing), there is always the possibility that the conversation could abruptly end before I realize it, and I could be caught completely off guard by one of the alleged whisperers with ‘a hand in the cookie jar,’ as some may say.  

While able to comprehend the gist of the reticent conversation that was clearly not intended for my ears to hear, I can’t help but wonder if the whisperers were conspiring... Or if they were they merely secretly admiring some aspect about my poise or physical prowess.  Who knows.  Whether or not their conversation had positive or negative intentions, their discretion to congregate around the kitchen sink and gossip profusely about a clogged toilet was just ridiculous enough to steal a quick chuckle out of the situation.  But to be honest, who has time to waste standing over a kitchen sink, distraught over the mundaneness of a clogged toilet?  And furthermore, why would anybody get caught up in a tizzy over a hall bathroom, when the pipes in their master bathroom are running like clockwork?  I suppose some peoples’ days may not be as exciting or fulfilling as mine tend to be.  Or maybe it’s that they find creating unnecessary tension, enjoyable.  Whatever the explanation, I will forever continue to be the creep who has the tendency to eavesdrop. There, I admitted it.  Enough said.