Creepers Be Creeping
I attract creepy assholes.
This started when I was in high school. I’ve told this story before. And this one. And this one.
I haven’t learned. I still do my best to make friends and be open and honest with people. And I still attract creepy assholes.
One particular asshole knows way too much about me. I made the mistake of oversharing with people I love in a place where I felt safe, and he took advantage of that.
It’s gotten so I don’t feel safe anywhere. I don’t like to leave my house. I’m worried he has a way to track my movements. Unfortunately, there are times when I have to see the guy due to our mutual circles. I’ve considered leaving those circles just to flee him.
I don’t know how else to say this, so I’m just going to say it.
Society has trained me to be polite to everyone, even if I find them awkward, offensive, and mean. That does not make us friends.
My past warns me to avoid people who take an unnatural interest in me for no reason. Do not force conversations with me just to watch me squirm. If there’s no reason for us to be in the same room at the same time, go the fuck away, and don’t follow me when I flee.
If we are friends, and you’ve noticed me pulling away, please understand. I can meet one-on-one, or in small groups, but large gatherings make me uncomfortable.
Thanks to my true friends for sticking with me. Thanks to my followers who keep a comfortable distance. Thanks to the creepers for teaching me to be hypervigilant.
If you are a would-be creeper, please creep on someone else and leave me the fuck alone.
