Entry #3 - Daily Ramblings
My mother has finally decided that we're going to have homemade pizza tonight. I can't wait to see how it turns out; she refuses to let me help her, so I've taken sanctuary in my room for the time being, working on stories.
I've decided I'm going to tell you about a bit of a problem I had a while back. Entertaining, perhaps, and it allows me at least to tell someone about it.
I had a stalker.
Yes, a stalker. Granted he had no idea where I lived, which I was very grateful for, as he would have been at my house every day. It wasn't scary, not in the least. I'd known him since I was 13 years of age, when he was 20. He was a good friend to have around, very skilled at video games. Super Smash Brothers in particular, which is a favourite of mine and always has been. He was fun to talk to, always spouting spontaneous and unprompted nonsense. Until one day he confessed that he was "in love" with me, and had been since I'd met him. Keep in mind there's a seven year age gap between us. Ever since then he would talk about nothing but sexual encounters and how he "wanted me." Understandably I refused to continue conversing with him, that night or ever. Now he seems to have taken to harassing me on facebook with messages asking what happened and why I've unfriended him, and with messages on my cell phone asking why I've stopped talking to him. I've advised my friends that if he asks them, I no longer have a cell phone and that they haven't heard from me in a while either. It seems to be the only way to get him to stop his incessant questioning - my inboxes are becoming harder and harder to clean out due to his twenty messages a day in each. One would think that if you haven't received a reply in two months, you aren't going to get one in the future.