• Taking it easy.

  • An extract of one of many conversations I have had with others about my stalker, WX:

    Me: So, she called twice at 4am today.
    Other: Who calls at 4am in the mornings!?
    M: Uni students. It’s a well known fact that they do not sleep.
    O: I see. So you are not normal [referring to my recent run of good long sleeps]?
    M: Yep. I’m an abnormal uni student.

  • I can’t stay mad at people. So even if someone monumentally fucks up my schedule, or something like that, I always say “It’s all right, we’ll sort this out”, even if I am fuming inside.

    Having had counselling on the ‘getting mad’ issue, I know that if I begin to get angry at someone, it may not end for days. This causes more hurt than intended.

    So please don’t get angry at friends.

  • Nearly two weeks ago, my stalker WX, (previous story here) started to contact me again. She recently changed her phone number, and presumably when that happens, you go through all your contacts, and find a few surprises.

    In that time, about half of the calls and texts were between the hours of 11pm and 5am. Not a very nice time to be awoken.

    Now, I have ignored all those communications, and I haven’t seen her at uni for 18 months. And yet she seems undeterred. Some of the text messages are in Chinese (easy to ignore), and the decipherable ones are just plain weird and twisted.

    Oh, and just today, she just texted me the logins to her social networks: Facebook, Twitter, Weibo, Renren, QQ etc. Who the fuck does that?

    So what next? Well, I am investigating blocking her number (It’s harder than it sounds). But what is more interesting is what happens if this shit really hit the fan.

    AVO. Sound familiar. It could lead to me going to court and applying for one. Harassment over the phone (or social networks for that matter) can be grounds for an AVO. And let’s not go into s474.17 of the Schedule in the Criminal Code Act 1995 (Cth).

    You all seem to love the stories I tell about this ‘mad woman’^, and I feel better getting it off my chest. Win-win.

    ^ Recently this term seems to be associated with one Alan Jones (#destroyingthejoint ?), but this is a far better situation for the term to apply to.

    PS: Thanks to VQ for her bravery.

  • So, is being sexy your full time job?

    ???

  • If someone points a gun at your head and you’re not scared, does that mean you’re not afraid of dying?

    Are you doing a noble thing, or are you just being stupid?

  • Every time I see you, you’re always looking tired and exhausted. Is everything OK?

    Something a friend always says to me, often in a concerning tone. Cause for concern?

  • I must shake off the notion that having dinner with a couple is very awkward. That is: a table of three, me and the two of them

    Having said that, could I forge a path where I do it so much that it becomes common practice?

    I think it relates to how you see yourself as. And this is the image I like to think of myself.
    A satellite. Always watching over, and never getting involved in the action. (Don’t start about how the Moon affects tides)

    Wow, that was corny.

  • I’d like to think that:

    Right now, I’m not interested AT ALL in pursuing a relationship. Or to be blunt, I’m not interested in having a girlfriend.

    I couldn’t give a fuck about what you think of the above statement. It’s my life and neither anyone nor I am bound to follow the ‘expected’ path or be a stereotype.

    I’m still a guy. And as a guy having those thoughts and dreams about the opposite sex is perfectly normal. Although if anyone knew the real truth about what I think about…

    Probably the saddest thing is that a large number of friends and people I know are in relationships. And I have the tendency to try and get close to them for two reasons: one, because they are good people, and two, because I am a deranged guy who wants to feel like he’s loved, and not just a support structure.

    More to come…

  • There was a lot of happy news for me today. But I still feel like punching a hole in the wall.

    You know what works? I mean making these angry feelings go away. A drive to the Gap to give me a metaphorical punch in the face or stomach. Who wants to come with me, and listen to me pour out my feelings?