peepy peeks and chocolate

voy·eur (voi-yûr') n.

1900, from Fr. voyeur (1898), lit. "one who views or
inspects," from voir "to view," from L. videre "to see"

It's crazy to think how many lives I take a peek at, in a single day.
I'm fascinated by their mundane activities, in a magpie sort of way;
what they're munching, what movies they're watching, whether or
not they're wearing their woolly socks. Not only that, I get a
strangely satisfying glimpse of what they're thinking and how they
might feel on a given day.

I guess it's safe to say, I have become a Peeping Tom, or should I
say, Peeping Willow. (Heh-heh, as opposed to weeping willow.) No
wait, isn't Peeping Tom the guy who was struck blind because he
looked at Lady Godiva? Maybe I don't want to be Peeping Willow.
Godiva, on the other hand sounds oh-so-chocolaty-good. (Just a
sec, while I grab a dark Ghirardelli square.) Sorry, munch-munch,
I digress.

Anyway, I've actually become quite attached to these peeps who
are only a click-of-the-mouse away. My closest "3-D friends", as I
like to call them, only meet for lunch about once a month, at best.
Even then, they don't get so delightfully specific and personal.

On the other side of the chocolate coin, I often wonder about all the
hits on my site meter. Who are these mysterious peeps, compelled
to visit every day? Only about 15 percent, of those who pop in for a
peek, leave a comment. The scary thing is, I can only guess they are
just as obsessed with me, as I happen to be, with my peepy peeks.

photo: Peter Sellers in The World of Henry Orient