I don't think there's anything that drives me more crazy than not knowing what is in someone's desk drawer or purse. I have managed to control the urge to riffle through people's possessions, but it's a really tight rein.
I'm fascinated with places than can hold hidden objects. My co-workers' desk drawers are constant sources of fascination for me. It's like having a present that you can't open until yule, or a secret that someone won't tell you until a certain time. I'm as curious as a cat. I will go through the same "hidden" spaces in my room, just in case I find something that may have been "lost."
I've managed to control the urge to snoop to some extent. I will ask if I REALLY want to know what's in something. For instance, the other day I asked one of my friends if I could snoop in his desk drawer -- but I know him fairly well now, so he didn't mind. I don't even think my significant other is aware of my little "quirk" since I've managed to keep it in check. Although I would LOVE to know what's in his wallet or see what he has in his bag that he brings over, I would never look without permission.
On the flip side, nothing drives me crazier than when my mother goes through my things. I'm sure she's read my diary and gone through all the love letters from past boyfriends. Perhaps this "need to know" drive that I have was inherited from her. I'm just glad that I have some control....
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