WTD: someone very special for my online stalker
by Stan Faryna
“Why won’t you reply to my emails?”
“Don’t use that language with me.”
Oh – Grow up! What else can I say to you to make you stop? If I say, fuck, a million times, maybe you’ll stop.
Maybe, you’ll finally get it. You’re raping me emotionally. Stop means STOP! Stop sending me fucking emails!
Bette Midler, The Wind Beneath My Wings
“I don’t have to take this abuse from you!”
I agree! Does that mean you’ll stop emailing me? Don’t answer that! Don’t send a reply. Trust me, I’ll understand. [grin]
Look, I told you I don’t want anything to do with you. Why can’t you understand that? Just stop sending me emails.
“I have things to tell you.”
Tell them to your husband, your priest, or someone. Someone else. Anyone else. Just not me!
“They don’t listen to me.”
For all the obvious reasons…
“That wasn’t a nice thing to write.”
I don’t like to say things like that. But you are STALKING me! And I’ve asked you to stop. Nicely. Kindly. Politely.
“You’re mean! But I also know you are full of light. Shine your light on me. I need your light. Please…”
Please stop. Please…
“I loved your blog post about the Andaman tribe. I watched the video about them. What a strange world we live in.”
“I was thinking about your blog post, Save Me From Myself. I know you were talking about me. You need me in your life.”
“I reread your blog post, Science suggests that RTs, #FFs, Comments, Links, Etc. Are Highly Intelligent Behaviors! What a hoot!”
“Why won’t you reply! Why are you treating me like I’m nothing? Don’t I matter too? I matter to God. I’m full of light and love.”
“Hey, Asshole, I demand a reply at once!”
“I’m sorry that I cursed you. Will you forgive me?”
“I’m not going away. You’re stuck with me! This is destiny.”
“You really piss me off! I can’t believe that you could just turn your back on me when I need you most. You are an asshole!”
“I’m sorry I said what I said. I know I can’t take it back. It’s just my world is falling apart. I’m out of control. I make a mess of everything. Are you reading this email?”
“I hate you!”
“How’s your day going? I had a crappy day again.”
You need help. From a professional. Get help. Ok?
“I knew you were reading my emails. You see. You can’t live without me. You can’t be. You can’t be without me! You wrote it in that blog post…”
Look, I want to see you get help. Get a psychiatrist and once I’ve confirmed that you are on a treatment schedule, we can correspond. Ok?
“HAHAHAHA! I make the rules, my prince. Do you really think that I’m that stupid that I’d let you confirm my identity and, possibly, my home address by speaking with my therapist?”
I confirmed that a long time ago. Your IP address and Internet Service Provider were very helpful. I suppose that I could also call your church and try to work this all out with your priest.
24 April 2012
This flash fiction is based on a very real life dilemma.
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