I once had a roommate in university that loved to go through my personal stuff. I kept a journal where I wrote my daily experiences and thoughts and poems all other things like that. Roommate was always curious to know what I wrote down and would ask to read. I told him it was personal. "I'm not willing to share my personal journal entries with you."

I discovered later that when I was away he would snoop around and read my stuff. Not just that, he would go through my drawer and check through my documents. I was really upset when I found out.

One day, when he was in the room with me, I picked my journal and pen and began to write. I made sure he saw me writing. As usual, he began to ask me what I was writing. I told him it was personal. After ten minutes of writing, I tore out the page I was writing in, making sure he heard the sound of the paper being torn off. I crumpled the sheet of paper and tossed it in the bin right before his eyes. Then I immediately left the room.

He would later go to the bin to pick the piece of crumpled paper. He would find written in the paper:

"You really need to stop snooping around, stupid! Mind your business!"

I had filled the entire page with that message.

Later, when I returned to the room, I could tell he'd read my message. I didn't say a word. Neither did he.