Since the last privacy bout, I've moved my stash. This time, I had it all packed in an old duffel bag and stuffed way under my bed.
Because some important paperwork came up missing yesterday, my parents decided that I had it all. I assured them that I did not, but they still seemed to think that I did. Without respecting my privacy, or asking if they could come look for it in my many stacks of paperwork, they just came into my room and started snooping.
I basically tore my bedroom completely apart last night, trying to find the paperwork, but found nothing. I stuffed the duffel bag back under my bed, right in the corner, behind some storage containers, and made sure it wouldn't draw attention. Tonight, when I got home from work, my dad says to me, "I went through your room today, everywhere that I could, but didn't find the paperwork..." Well duh. Panic set in, though.
Since the last little issue, I decided to go ahead with the letter thing. I hashed it all out on two pages and put it right on top of everything in the duffel bag. I wanted to cover my hind end, just in case the privacy dwindled farther towards extinction.
Since I got home this evening, my parents have both been kinda distant, but they've not shunned me by any means. Neither has said anything about it, and they've been normal otherwise. The stacks of papers that I had scattered around my bedroom have been arranged into what appear to be sorted stacks on my bed, and the duffel bag has been pulled out from behind the storage containers, to the front. I've yet to open it up and see if anything has been disturbed, but nothing really appears as though it may have been.
I'm working on finding a job in a different city right now, and I'm really hoping that it all goes through. My lack of privacy is downright infuriating, and I can't believe that they would go as far as they have.
Some of you have suggested getting a lock for my door. Bad idea. Then they'll know I'm trying to hide something. Other's have suggested being right upfront with them. Again, bad idea. They're not open-minded by any stretch of the imagination.
You know, honestly, I'm getting really bored with my "hobby". It does nothing for me anymore. I'm toying with the idea of trashing/selling/giving away my "stash". I just can't fathom being able to comfortably take it any further.
I'm just so utterly confused right now. Bleh.