John Was Right

I made it through another week, I’m sure that there was much doubt and speculation as to the likelihood of that not happening, but I have proven all of my critics wrong once again! Seriously though, this has been a tremendously difficult week, and I was unsure of whether or not Friday would ever come—once a spark of promise for the inevitable Friday showed up I began to fret about the upcoming week even more… So I guess you could say that I was a little more stressed than usual.

My DEAR friend Bob didn’t hesitate to point out the fact that I would most likely remain in a state of constant stress for the remainder of my life for it seems that that is simply how I function best. Isn’t that sweet? I could just feel the faith he had in my stress management capabilities emanating from his voice through my cell phone on that lovely drive back home from Tallahassee. It’s good to have so many people in my life who really do believe in me. ::cough::

I suppose I had a similar analysis coming my way though, I should give him some credit. He did come to this revelation in the midst of my worrying about the fact that I would not make it back to school on time for my 7:30 Calculus class. It was just not a possibility, so I spent a good portion of my drive biting my nails, fretting about missing my class and arguing with Bob about just how not stressed I was.

I think that Bob might be on to something though, because John is consistently telling me to mellow out and not stress so much about school, so it would seem that I am the common factor here and if there is to be a decision regarding stress and whether or not I cope with it well, I’m going to have to admit that the people around me are probably correct… But I will have the last laugh, because I will simply fail to mention that I wrote any such thing to John, and at least he won’t know that I came right out and admitted that he was right.

Onto bigger and better things… I managed to finally put stalker boy in his rightful place… I’m not to exactly sure where that rightful place is, but at least it’s somewhere away from me. He now resides there, holding a grudge and I’m sure thinking that I am the bitchiest person in the world. Sigh, such is life when you’re young, and well, dumb.

It was bound to happen sooner or later; he just managed to bring the whole situation to a breaking point when he continually texted and IM’d me over the entire Spring Break. Now, this behavior would have been understandable, or at least explainable if he hadn’t gone about it in such a stalkeresque fashion. For clarification, (since I’m sure stalkeresque cannot be found in a dictionary), I will define it: The act in which one person, namely the stalker, continues to attempt to make contact with another, the stalkeree, with no regard to the lack of joint communication.

Basically, he continued to blow up my cell phone and computer, receiving no response from me, until I changed my number and finally IM’d him back asking simply: “Why do you keep writing to me?” I could practically see his fingers stuttering over the keyboard as he searched for an appropriate, yet cool response. Uh, uh, uh, “I just wanted to say hey and see how your break was going.” “Oh yeah, I also wanted to see if I could get some help with _____________ (subject).” Mind you, we were on Spring break, and the subject he was looking for help with had concluded with a test the day of our break, so, no new material had been covered. “OK, you need to stop writing me; I thought that my lack of response for the last month or so would make it clear that I didn’t have much to say to you… But apparently you need something a little more definitive. I don’t have anything to say to you.”

As if this wasn’t clear enough, he began making even more of a mockery of himself—typing still more IM’s to me asking what it was that he had done, and why I didn’t feel comfortable around him? And why I wouldn’t talk to him anymore, and oh my God Chicken Little the sky is falling!!!! No really though, it was a much needed blow to his ego, because once again, John was right, he wasn’t going to stop until I obliterated any semblance of an ego he may have been harboring. Damn I hate this John being right stuff.

I’m sure that you all, my faithful blog readers feel much better now, knowing that I am officially stalker-free, and my first day back in class with my ex-stalker went smoothly aside from him embarrassing himself in front of the class by scoffing at an answer I provided to a question, proclaiming, “Wow, I can see someone didn’t study over the break…” He was about to continue with this informal assassination of my skills until he was informed that I was indeed correct. It’s the little things in life that make me smile, and trust me, this provided ammo for quite a smile. The chapter in my life of being the stalkeree has officially ended, ah, the freedom.