If I had to choose a truly terrible guilty pleasure, it would probably be snooping through other people’s belongings. I know it’s a terrible invasion of privacy, but there’s something about seeing what people keep in their drawers, cabinets, and closets that just fascinates me. I always feel a rush of excitement and curiosity when I’m rummaging through someone else’s stuff, even though I know I shouldn’t be doing it. It’s definitely not something I’m proud of, but it’s a guilty pleasure that I can’t seem to shake.