The voyeur in me

I'm no fan of "reality" TV, I don't watch soapies - unless you count D. Housewives - and I'm not much of a gossip. But how I love to watch people and imagine what will happen next. Perhaps that's why I'm so fond of movies.
On the way to work today I passed a couple, man and dog, he appeared to be training the dog. The obedient Boxer dog sat down, upright and proud, his human pointed a finger and then turned his back and walked away. Proud Boxer sat and watched but as his human moved further away the dog stood, looking a little anxious.................and that's where it ended because I was too far up the road to carry on watching.
Do you ever wonder, driving through the suburbs at night, about the lives of others? The glimpses you get. We were travelling down a long busy street one evening, summertime and the sun hadn't yet set. Most of the houses alongside the road had open front doors, open into the lounge. As we passed one I saw the middle aged couple, in each others arms, dancing around the tiny room. Hallmark stuff.
I love to watch young children, around three years of age who have figured out the art of conversation. They sit and chat most earnestly and no doubt make more sense than most of the adults they know.
Sometimes the world seems to have become too judgemental and we are often all too happy to believe the first bit of gossip we hear but, for all the public faces we all put on, once the front door closes and we're alone, only we know the truth of our lives.
But it's fun to speculate so if I peer into your garden as the cars speeds past your home, rest assured, I only want your story, not your life.
Yikes - I sound like a creepy stalker - sorry!