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Sunday, March 28, 2004

When you meet a girl over whose blog you pore occasionally, and whom you have contacted in the past, on a Tuesday, then follow-up a random reference from the related conversation with an email exchange on Friday, then find yourself coerced into attending an event with the full knowledge that there is a very significant chance that she will be there on Sunday, keeping in mind you have only met this girl once and spoken with her for the sum total of five minutes, you have built yourself a sturdy argument in favor of your being perceived as a stalker regardless of 1) the existence or lack of romantic/creepy intentions 2) actually having inserted the caveat "I am not a stalker" into the aforementioned five-minute conversation. Of course, if I wasn't a neurotic mess and didn't care how random and socially tangential people perceived me, this wouldn’t be an issue. But if I wasn't neurotic I would be out like $200 for all the haircuts I would have gone to over the past 6.5 years instead of doing it myself. So let's call it even.

Posted by morland @ 01:19 PM

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You think cutting your own hair makes you less neurotic? I'm neurotic as hell, and while I don't cut my own hair anymore, I actually can't remember the last time I got it cut. But I don't know how seriously you should take anything I say. I don't think you're a stalker only because I'm doing the same thing. Only I don't post about it in my blog. I just call you and obsess about it. I'm neurotic enough to think that if I wrote about it, then my stalkee would find out somehow. And he doesn't even know that I exist. Hell, I'm neurotic enough to think that he might find this post somehow. So the moral of this is, always remember that there is always someone out there more pathetic than you.

Posted by: karen on March 29, 2004 04:53 AM

Right, but a critical distinction is that I'm *not* stalking anyone, whereas you refer to people as "stalkees", which makes me think you are.

Posted by: morland on March 29, 2004 10:42 AM

Listen, I'm just trying to make you feel good about yourself, make you look good, etc. etc. In reality, I'm at least friends with the object of my affection. Are you????

Posted by: karen on March 29, 2004 09:46 PM

I never said anything about affection. I have the same anxiety when I'm walking behind some girl and I'm afraid she thinks I'm following her, even though I've never seen her before.

Posted by: morland on March 30, 2004 12:07 AM

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