Dear Someone-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named,
Next time, please don’t read my bill, even if the already-opened envelope is just lying around on my table. It is not addressed to you and unless you want to pay for it, you may not, I repeat, may not, at any given time or circumstance, read it. I have a thing about respecting one’s privacy. I want to be the only one to read the bills, letters, and all forms of correspondence addressed to me and I extend the same courtesy to others. My family, housemates and friends don’t even read my bills–what makes you think you can?!
If you just couldn’t rein in your curiosity, you could have just asked me if you could read it and there would have been a very big chance that I’d say yes. But take note, you should ask first. But you did not. And because I don’t know how to tell all these things to you without hurting you, I’m feeling very pissed off at you and letting it all out on my blog. It doesn’t matter if you never get to read this; what matters is that I’m letting it all out here and not on you so that I could face you again next time without the slightest trace of resentment.
Just don’t cross the line next time!
Sincerely,
Me