Have you ever read someones diary without his or her permission

Have you ever read someone’s diary without his or her permission?


From a living relative or friend: Oh HELL no! I would only do so if there was a dangerous situation, like the plot of a really good TV cop’n lawyer show… Where did you hide the bombs, Elmo?
However, diaries and journals have always fascinated me.
I read Anne Frank’s Diary when I was 11, and longed to do my own.

My own diary code: I only read other people’s diaries or journals with either actual or implied permission.

Actual: “I want you to read my diaries.
All of ‘em.
But couldja wait till I’m dead, please?” ← That’s a quote from my mother.

Implied: to me, means that the writer is indeed deceased.
If they don’t want me to read their diary/journal, they can haunt me I guess!
Since then, if I see a diary, even a silly novel like Journal of a Jack Russell Terrier*, I’ll snap it up! If I’m too broke, I’ll try and get the clerk to put it back for me and if they can’t or won’t, I’ll try and hide the book behind a pile of other books until I can come back with money.
That’s one reason why I adore messy book stores!


Have you ever read someone’s diary without his or her permission?


yes, of course…! I’m really so interested in reading diaries of others as well as interested in writing diary too.
I’ve really a wonderful friend who always takes care of me, thinks a lot about me….
.
.
etc ,I don’t say all these ,in a single sentence “he’s the rainbow of my sky”.
we used to bunk classes together,talked to each other without having friendship with clock and we used to play together….
,we always seem like lovers to everyone in the campus still we are not lovers.
I know that each and every page of his diary must be incomplete without my name, still I had an enthusiasm to read every page of his diary.

One day we were so tired of listening to that boring,stupid classes up to afternoon.
In
our classroom girls usually be like even if they like the class or not they just listen by bearing and they just try to understand even a little thing but boys be like even if they don’t like the teacher then they just go out and roam everywhere.
I tried so hard to stay there and listen to the classes but my friend went out.
Without my friend I hardly managed the class,it was like I was missed in a desert after sometime my friend came to the class because his bag was still there in the class,he was looking from the corner of the window as the sir is still teaching the class, if the sir see him he may know that my friend bunked the class and the next day my friend have to answer the questions like viva and have to face serious looks like an angry bird so in order to avoid all these things he just stayed out and asked a friend to pick his bag and to give it to him , I noticed this quietly and when he was arranging the books in his bag, I said,”give that bag to me , I’ll return it”, he believed me and gave that bag to me and then I started preying for the diary and finally fortunately I got it,I feel like wow and with a weird smile ,I went out and give it to him.
He said to me that I was looking so different and asked me the reason behind my funny smile and I said nothing.

I rushed to my room with that diary because my eagerness is dancing inside,with lot of concentration I read everything ,but after knowing that I’ve stolen his diary he felt so upset and asked me a lot to return , still I don’t agree and read everything.
I finally knew that without my presence in his life , his diary will be like a library with useless musical instruments because he’s so calm and silent but I’m violent and cheerful , I repaired all the musical instruments and gave a voice and music to the silent heart.
At last I convinced my dear one and finally I returned that diary too(that idiot had taken chocolates from me for my mistake).

Thanks for reading…!


After my sister died, I was sorting her things and found a diary she begun sometime earlier in the year.
She was writing about things she wished she done better or not done as well as small events in her daily life.
I didn’t have permission but I’m not sorry that I had this one last chance to better understand her and know that her love for her family was giving her the courage and strength to see her way through the challenges she faced every day.
I also knew for certain that she was not only at peace with leaving us but she looked forward to being with those who went before her.
We don’t give enough credit to the healing power of faith.
I’m one who wants to test everything and evaluate the evidence and this has led me to a strong faith but it’s the people who can trust and love without mental gymnastics that I envy.
I wrote an entry telling her what I couldn’t when she was alive and gave the diary to her daughter.


From a living relative or friend: Oh HELL no! I would only do so if there was a dangerous situation, like the plot of a really good TV cop’n lawyer show… Where did you hide the bombs, Elmo?
However, diaries and journals have always fascinated me.
I read Anne Frank’s Diary when I was 11, and longed to do my own.

My own diary code: I only read other people’s diaries or journals with either actual or implied permission.

Actual: “I want you to read my diaries.
All of ‘em.
But couldja wait till I’m dead, please?” ← That’s a quote from my mother.

Implied: to me, means that the writer is indeed deceased.
If they don’t want me to read their diary/journal, they can haunt me I guess!
Since then, if I see a diary, even a silly novel like Journal of a Jack Russell Terrier*, I’ll snap it up! If I’m too broke, I’ll try and get the clerk to put it back for me and if they can’t or won’t, I’ll try and hide the book behind a pile of other books until I can come back with money.
That’s one reason why I adore messy book stores!

Updated: 08.06.2019 — 5:56 pm

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