Face it — we’ve all snooped and we’ve all had out sh*t snooped through — it’s a fact of life. Curiosity burns within each human like a bad case of chlamydia, so we must itch our inklings of inquiry lest our minds go crazy.
Now, that doesn’t mean that we’ll be happy with what we find out. Maybe you were a wee little child of 8, rummaging through your dad’s closet when you happened to come across his kinky and comprehensive “Leather Daddy” porn collection. Or maybe you had your suspicions about your girlfriend so you checked her phone’s texts while she was in the bathroom only to see monster d*ck pics in her DMs.
If you don’t want to find out, then I suggest you keep your wandering and curious eyes and hands out of your loved one’s stuff. After all, ignorance is bliss. And relationships should be based on trust and communication. However, sometimes it’s better to know that your fiancé of three years is f*cking his coworker before you say “I do” and spend the next decade or so playing house and feigning smug, married bliss.
