Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Nosey McNoserton

Yup, that's me! I'm so freaking nosey! Have you ever really stopped to ponder how truly nosey we as writers are? How we watch the world around us and file our observations away to be pulled out later?

Why is this on my mind? Well, two experiences this past week have really brought my attention once again to how insanely nosey I really am!

The first was when my friend showed up on my doorstep and announced she was kidnapping me: "I know you don't feel good, but you need to get out of the house!" This has become a rather familiar refrain, and my argument that I'm tired and my chest hurts and I just don't want to go anywhere falls on deaf ears more often than not with her... so I relented and we went for a drive since I refused to change from my yoga pants and t-shirt (those of you who know me know that I HATE leaving my house any less than presentable... and yoga pants aren't presentable!). Going for a drive is one of our favorite activities, because we are both NOSEY!

The area we live in has a wide range of economic circumstances from government housing to rental apartments to multi-million dollar homes within a couple miles of each other. One of our fave past-times is to drive by the huge homes and try to imagine what the inside looks like... and see if we can possibly peek in the windows as we go by. Told you NOSEY!

Imagine our surprise when we drove down one street to find an Open House sign in front of one of the more elaborate (read gaudy) homes we'd been speculating on. We gleefully parked the car and trotted up the slate driveway. Me in my yoga pants and her in her jeans and sweater... at least she looked more presentable than I did. Hey, you never know if someone wearing yoga pants can afford 1.9 million dollars. Just saying.

Unfortunately... or fortunately depending on your outlook... the inside of the house lived up to the absolutely... colorful... exterior. We both quickly came to the conclusion that if we were to live there we'd have to whitewash everything and start over. BUT, my writer's brain went into overdrive: What kind of person lived there before the bank took it back? Had they been happy with the way it turned out or had they simply marked time there? What circumstances brought about the bank foreclosure?

I'll explain the other incident next week, but I wanted to know if everyone else has the same... neuroses?


Anonymous said...

Well, I call it being 'observant' lol! Me and my best friend used to do that kind of stuff a lot. Just go for drives, check out neighborhoods, and I ALWAYS take a camera with me. there's a lot of old historic buildings and mini mansions in our general area, and worth taking pics of! those pics become useful 'references' for me when I'm writing. (^_^)

Kealie Shay said...

Observant works for me too... and I was kicking myself for not taking a camera with me. There was an absolutely GORGEOUS view of the valley from the upper level... area. Wasn't really a room... more an observatory, yanno?

Anyway, yeah, I'll be driving by there again to at least get outdoor pictures, and I'll keep an eye out to see if the Open House sign goes out again so I can get more pictures. Otherwise, I'd have to scale the wall... and I don't think my hubby would appreciate me getting tossed in jail for trespassing. Just saying.