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Do you ever eavesdrop?

 I am habitually curious, so of course, I eavesdrop. I never mean to intrude on private space, my eyes are just prone to wandering. If my parents are on their phones next to me, I will always take a peek.

My mom once told me that it’s the German in me. Indeed, Germany’s social rule on staring is far from America’s rules. In America, I’d say that people in public tend to not focus on others. If you look at any one person for too long, you’ve become creepy. German norms are the opposite. Everyone on the subway will be looking at one another, not in the eyes, but at their clothes, their bags, and whatever else can be studied at a glance. Staring is not rude at all. Staring at, and perhaps judging, others is not the taboo it is in America.

It's true that I’ll also look at people in public, but not as much as my mom. Her favorite part of an airport is the different people. While I’m searching the carousel for my bags, she’s searching through the bystanders. If she finds someone interesting, say a parent with an eccentric style, she’ll lean over to me and say “Coleman, do you see that person with the weird outfit?” I’ll always get scared because what if they can hear us? Though, sometimes I have noticed them, and I do think their outfit is weird.

That leaves me in a weird place. I definitely eavesdrop more than the average American, but not so much as other Germans like my mom. I don’t snoop out of malice, and often times what I learn isn’t even that interesting. I only ever eavesdrop when the situation presents itself, I don’t go searching for it. I won’t maneuver myself to glance at someone’s phone, but if it is tilted toward me, I will look. If someone is speaking loudly on public transport, I’ll listen in.

Maybe because I eavesdrop, I’m scared of others doing it to me. It’s pretty hypocritical. I try to tilt my phone away from others so they can’t see it plainly. If my parents call me when I’m with friends, I’ll walk away so nobody overhears anything. If I was not so inclined to look at other people’s phones, I probably wouldn’t think they’re trying to look at mine. I naturally expect the same behavior from others.

I’ve felt bad about these contradictions. I get embarrassed by my mom's eavesdropping, yet I do it myself. I even do my best to stop others from eavesdropping on me. I become ashamed if I hear something private.

I think this tendency comes out of wonder. A chance to listen to a loud phone conversation on the train is a chance to learn. The same force that compels me to listen in, is the force that compels me to ask a friend about their day. Yet, eavesdropping can still be an invasion of privacy.

I’ve realized that it's best to eavesdrop on people you don’t know. If I learn something about a random person on the street, it has no tangible effect. I won’t do anything with that information, and they won’t ever see me again. If I learned something private about my friends, however, that could change our interactions. Learning personal information doesn’t matter as much when it's someone you don’t personally know.

I’ve reconciled with this vice. I don’t see eavesdropping as much of a problem. If I’m not harming anyone, there’s no need to stifle my curiosity.

Comments

  1. I liked this essay! I especially liked how you connected it with cultural differences. I think some of the points at the end could be tied together better. The pacing in the first half of the essay felt a bit more consistent, whereas at the end you are adding a new point in every short paragraph.

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  2. Nice post! The flow is great, and I like how you weave in your German background and include vivid scenes throughout to make this personal and relatable. This is a really small thing, but the 5th and 6th paragraphs contain pretty similar information, and to make it more concise, you could perhaps truncate stuff in the 6th paragraph before the last sentence.

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  3. I think that you did a your blog post worked quite well in the body section explaining yourself. However, I think that you could definitely improve a little bit with the intro and conclusion. The conclusion is bland and basically just tells the reader the conclusion you expect of the reader rather than allowing them to form their own opinion. The introduction feels a little sudden but I don't really have any specific ideas or ways of improvement. The body does a really good job of showing the divide between cultures and shame versus curiosity though. Overall I think you have a really good essay but I would try and look over ways to edit the intro and conclusion.

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  4. Hi. Good post. Can definitely relate to the whole "liking to eavesdrop, but not liking to be eavesdropped on" contradiction. Also like how you brought your mom and German culture into this---it provides a very interesting angle on the topic. It also flows quite well, at least in the first sections of the essay. In the last 3 paragraphs, maybe not as much. I think the 3rd-to-last paragraph can be worked into the earlier parts of the essay in some form. The 2nd paragraph is just out of place, adding yet another subtopic at the very end of the essay. I feel kinda bad advocating for the killing of a paragraph, but I think it'll work out that way.

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  6. This was such a relatable essay. Perhaps it is the "artist" in me, but I also absolutely love to observe people, both their looks and behaviors, in public spaces. However I too feel so hypocritical, not wanting others to eavesdrop or observe me. Often I would even think about if I was eavesdrop on myself, how would I do it, and then I'd go through steps to prevent that. I definitely do think this is a culture thing, as my Chinese parents are also much more open about observing people than me. Great essay!

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