Ok, I admit it… I used to spy on people. I fancied myself a regular Harriet the Spy, and I even had a spy route. But I was only 10.
When I matured, I knew that spying was wrong… so I gave it up. And took on “observing.” Same behavior, different label.
I don’t go into anybody’s private business. I don’t read mail that’s not for me. I don’t do dumpster-diving for financial information. I just pay attention.
And one thing I’ve noticed is that you can tell a lot about somebody by what they read. Duh. And you can tell even more if you see the person regularly, and their reading material stays the same.
That Bible verse about “where your treasure is, there your heart will be also” speaks to this.
In my pathways, there’s a guy who is always reading about aviation mechanics. And a woman who reads diet tips religiously. Some people pore over golf magazines. Some choose Cosmo. Others the New York Review of Books. Still others, The Economist. That’s their source, and they’re sticking to it.
Cause it has what they want. It takes them where they want to go.
Since we become what we do, not what we intend, it’s interesting to stop from time to time and wonder whether we’re reading the instruction manuals for the life we want, or whether we’re just reading the manual we started on way back when and never thought to go get a different point of view (or a more enriching tome).
“You are what you read,” they say. Or something like that.