Someone brought it to my attention this morning that Stalky is still talking smack about me and agitating others to do the same, despite the fact that recent events in her life really OUGHT to keep her busy thinking of other things.
This doesn't bother me in and of itself, as the things she is saying are so blatantly untrue as to be laughable and nobody who's worth a damn will listen to her anyway (several friends have told me over the past few years that she's made overtures toward them and proceeded to "warn" them about me; they've mostly ignored her). What does bother me, though, is that she's even thinking of me anymore at all. Because we're talking about someone I was friends with for less than a year OVER THREE YEARS AGO. We haven't had any contact AT ALL in nearly TWO years (well, I haven't had any contact with her; she's done her creepy stalky commenting/making gmail accounts based on my name and e-mailing manifestos thing a few times). I only think of her when she actively stalks me, or when someone goes "hey she's talking shit about you on Twitter again!" or, sadly, when I decide how to describe something new to do with my life or work on here (I always have to consider whether she could potentially use new information to worry or annoy me). But apparently she thinks of me quite a bit, unprovoked, has made friends with other creepers on the innernet solely for the purpose of continuing to discuss and harass me, and just. isn't. letting. go. and that? Bothers me. It's creepy, and I'm actually starting to feel kind of sorry for her, because the way she reaches out to me around holidays and major life events of HERS makes me think she's not all that invested in her own life and family, and that's sad. What she's doing, this unhealthy dwelling and obsession (to say nothing of the stalking and cyberbullying), is probably indicative of a real sickness. I feel even sorrier for the real victims of all of this, the children Stalky is responsible for; I grew up with severe mental illness in the household and it's not an easy thing to live with as a kid (or hell, ever). As an adult who is unrelated to Stalky and lives on the other side of the country from her, I have (and have exercised) the option to cut ties with her, change jobs and homes and phone numbers to make it harder for her to screw with my life, and surround myself with the love and support of people who are immune to Stalky's charms and dirty tricks. Her kids can't do that. That sucks for them.
S., if you're reading this (and I know you are), please just stop. Stop reading my blog, stop stalking my Twitter feed (I blocked you, so maybe the next time you're signing out of your account in order to view mine you could take a moment and evaluate honestly whether what you are doing is a healthy and beneficial thing), stop your incessant researching of my life both online and off. What happened between us was unfortunate and I'm sure we both have our regrets, but I've moved on and so should you. Don't do it for my sake, do it for your own and that of your kids. For everyone's sake I wish you peace; you have a lot of good things going on in your life and we'd probably all be happier for it if you'd focus on those instead of me.
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