Originally posted by Lorizael
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It only happens for a split second. I have to remember whether or not a conversation I've had with someone happened for real or only in my head. There's only one instance in which I'm really not sure if something happened in reality or not.
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Yes, I get fixated on people. No, I don't stalk them. Stalking, in a legal sense, generally involves harassment--following people around, contacting them endlessly, and causing emotional distress. I don't do any of that. I certainly don't cause distress, because the people I become fixated on usually aren't aware that I even exist (or that someone is fixating on them). All I do is collect information to fuel my fantasies. I don't even come by my knowledge illegally; I just (metaphorically) pick up what people leave lying around. (Ugh, I sound like I'm defending myself here. What I do is disgusting and creepy as all hell, but not strictly speaking illegal.)
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This began in middle school, when I had a conversation with a particular girl in science class and became convinced that I was in love with her. I could not now tell you what that conversation was about, but I can say with absolute certainty that I was not truly in love with her. She was aware that I had a crush on her, but probably not aware that I spent a good chunk of my mental energy trying to figure out how to save her from the bad crowd she had fallen into, or trying to figure out what she was telling me when her hand brushed up against my desk that one time.
A lot of really embarrassing and painful stuff happened as a result of all this (she's the reason I once came close to suicide), but we're fast forwarding to 9th grade. I came into school one day and she approached me and told me to meet her at the bottom of E Hall at lunch because she needed to talk to me. I had no idea why she wanted to talk to me, but I certainly wasn't going to disobey my one true love. So I dutifully went down to E Hall at lunch and waited, and waited, but she never showed. The next time I had any measure of interaction with her was several years later when she walked into my local gaming store. She didn't recognize me; I fled the building.
Anywho, the point is that I sometimes have serious doubts that she ever approached me and told me to meet her at the bottom of E Hall. I sometimes believe I hallucinated that encounter. I can't say for sure. The other possibility, of course, is that she was just pulling a prank on me.
I hate myself.
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Yes, I get fixated on people. No, I don't stalk them. Stalking, in a legal sense, generally involves harassment--following people around, contacting them endlessly, and causing emotional distress. I don't do any of that. I certainly don't cause distress, because the people I become fixated on usually aren't aware that I even exist (or that someone is fixating on them). All I do is collect information to fuel my fantasies. I don't even come by my knowledge illegally; I just (metaphorically) pick up what people leave lying around. (Ugh, I sound like I'm defending myself here. What I do is disgusting and creepy as all hell, but not strictly speaking illegal.)
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This began in middle school, when I had a conversation with a particular girl in science class and became convinced that I was in love with her. I could not now tell you what that conversation was about, but I can say with absolute certainty that I was not truly in love with her. She was aware that I had a crush on her, but probably not aware that I spent a good chunk of my mental energy trying to figure out how to save her from the bad crowd she had fallen into, or trying to figure out what she was telling me when her hand brushed up against my desk that one time.
A lot of really embarrassing and painful stuff happened as a result of all this (she's the reason I once came close to suicide), but we're fast forwarding to 9th grade. I came into school one day and she approached me and told me to meet her at the bottom of E Hall at lunch because she needed to talk to me. I had no idea why she wanted to talk to me, but I certainly wasn't going to disobey my one true love. So I dutifully went down to E Hall at lunch and waited, and waited, but she never showed. The next time I had any measure of interaction with her was several years later when she walked into my local gaming store. She didn't recognize me; I fled the building.
Anywho, the point is that I sometimes have serious doubts that she ever approached me and told me to meet her at the bottom of E Hall. I sometimes believe I hallucinated that encounter. I can't say for sure. The other possibility, of course, is that she was just pulling a prank on me.
I hate myself.
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