So....one of my old stalkers from high school has found me. Yes, stalkers with a plural s. I used to be a magnet for people who wanted to love knife back in the day, although it hasn't happened in the past two years of living in obscurity. One of the few advantages of living in a desolate wasteland is that no one knows you, which makes for a environment that can remain free of drama and head games if you just mind your own business as I have been doing. But unfortunately my peace and quiet is getting interrupted because a certain someone thought it would be a good idea to give out my phone number and Yahoo handle out to someone who claimed to be a good friend in high school.
So now I have this crazy person calling and messaging me, saying that I owe her sex for some reason that is beyond logic or comfortable thought. Since I've had plenty of experience in dealing people like this, I'm remaining calm yet slightly avoidannt while she rants away in gibberish. It's usually best not to say anything that would be seen as confrontational or obviously contradictory to their fantasy world, since that's how my lawn got torched. Past experience has taught me just to stay out of arm's length (metaphorically and literally) until they get bored and find something else onto to which they can fixate and terrorize.
Now, a sane person would ask: why don't you go to the cops? This is the point where I begin to roll on the floor with laughter. Ever seen that TV stereotype of the ineffectual and lazy sherriff whose only purposes in life are eating and taking bribes? Well, that's pretty damn accurate. Unless you have the money for large "donations," then they're just kinda there for ornamental value. I can't complain though, since I've had to deal with just about everything in my life without the help of anyone else, although this is not a trip down memory lane that I'm cherishing.
The whole stalker mentality just sickens me. You want someone you cannot have, so instead of trying to better yourself or focus on something more constructive, you invent this elaborate fantasy world where you're the tragic hero trying to get someone to understand that they love and/or desire you. As someone who likes their reality to be harsh and fast, I find the idea of being directly involved in something like that to be disgusting. But, as I said before, you can't set off a stalker without having to deal with property damage (or worse).
A friend of mine was killed by his roommate's stalker. He was said roommate's ex-boyfriend; a real douchebag who refused to believe it was over, so he got it into his head that they were still dating and she was cheating on him with my friend. My friend took an active role in trying to discourage the little prick, since he was a giant of a man and always stood up for anyone who needed it. One night he answered the door and there was the stalker. Before he could open his mouth to tell him to fuck off, the stalker pulled a 9mm and squeezed off a few rounds in his chest and ran. Danny (my friend) managed to get all the way to the hallway and call 911, but he didn't live long enough for them to get him to the hospital. They caught the guy the next day, and last I heard he's in prison. I hope he's getting a daily human booster shot from the boys in the shower; it's the least he deserves.
Danny was an active part of the community; not only did he help anyone who needed it, but he a single dad who was trying to make a better life for himself and his daughter. He had a ton of friends and a heart of gold. Marshall University has a scholarship named after him for single parents like Danny. I keep meaning apply for it, but it always feels like I'm getting something from his death and I feel sick at my stomach.
That guy couldn't take Danny in a real fight so he killed him. Hell, he couldn't even admit that his relationship was over and that he should act like a man and move on with his life. I think that's two of the most cowardly things a person can do, and that's a stalker in a nutshell. A sad, pathetic husk who is too scared to live their life.
I hate this place so much.
So now I have this crazy person calling and messaging me, saying that I owe her sex for some reason that is beyond logic or comfortable thought. Since I've had plenty of experience in dealing people like this, I'm remaining calm yet slightly avoidannt while she rants away in gibberish. It's usually best not to say anything that would be seen as confrontational or obviously contradictory to their fantasy world, since that's how my lawn got torched. Past experience has taught me just to stay out of arm's length (metaphorically and literally) until they get bored and find something else onto to which they can fixate and terrorize.
Now, a sane person would ask: why don't you go to the cops? This is the point where I begin to roll on the floor with laughter. Ever seen that TV stereotype of the ineffectual and lazy sherriff whose only purposes in life are eating and taking bribes? Well, that's pretty damn accurate. Unless you have the money for large "donations," then they're just kinda there for ornamental value. I can't complain though, since I've had to deal with just about everything in my life without the help of anyone else, although this is not a trip down memory lane that I'm cherishing.
The whole stalker mentality just sickens me. You want someone you cannot have, so instead of trying to better yourself or focus on something more constructive, you invent this elaborate fantasy world where you're the tragic hero trying to get someone to understand that they love and/or desire you. As someone who likes their reality to be harsh and fast, I find the idea of being directly involved in something like that to be disgusting. But, as I said before, you can't set off a stalker without having to deal with property damage (or worse).
A friend of mine was killed by his roommate's stalker. He was said roommate's ex-boyfriend; a real douchebag who refused to believe it was over, so he got it into his head that they were still dating and she was cheating on him with my friend. My friend took an active role in trying to discourage the little prick, since he was a giant of a man and always stood up for anyone who needed it. One night he answered the door and there was the stalker. Before he could open his mouth to tell him to fuck off, the stalker pulled a 9mm and squeezed off a few rounds in his chest and ran. Danny (my friend) managed to get all the way to the hallway and call 911, but he didn't live long enough for them to get him to the hospital. They caught the guy the next day, and last I heard he's in prison. I hope he's getting a daily human booster shot from the boys in the shower; it's the least he deserves.
Danny was an active part of the community; not only did he help anyone who needed it, but he a single dad who was trying to make a better life for himself and his daughter. He had a ton of friends and a heart of gold. Marshall University has a scholarship named after him for single parents like Danny. I keep meaning apply for it, but it always feels like I'm getting something from his death and I feel sick at my stomach.
That guy couldn't take Danny in a real fight so he killed him. Hell, he couldn't even admit that his relationship was over and that he should act like a man and move on with his life. I think that's two of the most cowardly things a person can do, and that's a stalker in a nutshell. A sad, pathetic husk who is too scared to live their life.
I hate this place so much.
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archernu:
I really need to be able to buy you a drink.
thistle:
stalkers are scary and way too common. luckily, despite my relative lack of caution on this and other sites, i have had no bad experiences. but sometimes my idiot friends give out my real first name and i want to kill them.