Unwilling Prey

So I’m being stalked. Again.

Hilarious. I don’t have an ego and I really don’t give a shit what some people may think of me but I can’t believe that I’m being stalked. Again.

Well this time it’s a bit different. The first time I would be up at night and this chick would call and want to have conversations with me. Like totally long convos and I would just play along until one day she phones my mom and tells her I’ve been in an accident. Don’t know where she got any of our numbers but that was some freaky shit and was glad its over.

This time I know the person. It’s an ex. The recent one. Why don’t you understand that when I said its over I meant it? No. I don’t want to be your friend. I have plenty of those who do not lie to me constantly. I have friends who are considerate and affectionate and whose mood swings I can handle. I have friends I’ve known for years who would not hesitate to put me first. For my friends I am a priority. Obviously to you I was not.

So don’t call me, email me or anything else. I’ve deleted you off my Facebook, my mailing list. My Skype, my Gmail, Mxit, etc.

In short, leave me the fuck alone. I’m trying to get over you.

definition of a mid-life crisis

I sometimes wonder if it’s all really worth it. Love that is.

Why do we humans pit ourselves through such complicated mating rituals? Can’t we just take our cue from the animals? Meet, sniff, copulate then go about your own business. A bit over simplified but you get my drift…

So why the sudden case of the blues? I don’t know. I think I’m going through what I call a “silent depression”. I commented on this to a so-called friend of mine and she scoffed saying I was too young to be going through a mid life crisis.

I pondered over this after a few lagers and it came to me that she just might be right. Things are always a bit clearer after a few lagers. Not the too young part but the mid life crisis. All the symptoms are there. The randyness, the delusion of attractiveness and style, the imaginary receding hairline and the drive to be engaging in coital passions with more than one person.

I’m not looking for a relationship. I feel stifled in the one I am in now. No- not stifled. Bored. I’m looking for ways to get out but I don’t know if I want to.

I don’t think it’s a mid life crisis because if you look at it the only thing that determines a mid life crisis is age. Take that out and such behaviour can be viewed as normal.
That’s what I think.

That’s just me. Leez.