When I was in high school, my best friend and I were obsessed with these older boys from church. And when I say “obsessed, “I mean in a creepy, let’s drive by your house for no reason kind of way. Yeah, we were those girls. No wonder why we didn’t have boyfriends. (I can’t believe I’m actually admitting this to the world right now.)
These days stalking is so much easier with Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram all at our fingertips. It’s pretty disturbing when you think about it. I mean, you can google someone and in minutes get their address, phone number, siblings, place of employment, etc. At any given moment, you can see where someone is (Really?! They are eating at Del Taco again?!) and what they are doing (They got invited to which party? Seriously?) and who they are with –(Is *that* girl his new girlfriend?! Am I prettier than her? ) Not that I’ve EVER Internet stalked anyone…really, I haven’t. *Cough* Cough*
Some days I just want to delete Facebook and erase my name from as much as the Internet as possible and hide in a cave somewhere–provided that cave had room service and fresh linens every day — and stop throwing all my innermost thoughts, insecurities and feelings out there for all to scrutinize. And vice versa –save myself from the torture of seeing an ex with his new girl, or have my boss see what I was doing this weekend. But most days, I like putting myself out there. I don’t mind people knowing what I am doing. I hope that people can get something out of the fact that I had Pinkberry again this week or that I mistakenly “poked” a creeper on Facebook while trying to “block” him.
When I think about it, my ex-husband probably reads my blog (thankfully he doesn’t have Facebook), I know my mom reads it, people I’ve dated read it (trying to see if they get blogged about I’m sure. They all get warned that it may happen, so I’m just sayin’) and possibly people I will date will read it and know quite a bit about me, as well as my friends, supporters, enemies and the like. I’m like one step away from being my own reality show. Haha.
Seriously though, if sharing something silly I did makes someone smile or if sharing my experiences or lessons learned gives someone encouragement or if sharing my fears helps someone feel like they are not alone, then for me it’s worth it to put it all out there.
Selfishly though, this blog is for me. I need it. I need an outlet for what’s in my heart and what’s happening in my life. It’s my happy place.
Or it could be that the is universe getting me back for my stalker-ish tendencies in the past.
Thanks for reading…feel free to stalk. I don’t mind.
3 thoughts on “Confessions Of A Stalker”
I think when you make yourself as open as you have stalking becomes less appealing. Keep sharing.
love reading your blogs they always put a smile on my face
yup. I’m totally a stalker.