Alright, first of all, if you didn't want people to know, don't publicize it where people can access it. If someone stalks you, it's your own damn fault. That's why I block my facebook from my family members.
So anyways, recently this has come back to haunt me. Kinda. After I ran in SF, I went to the bag check to retrieve my bag. The person who helping me was a fellow who went by the name Ben. I have never met Ben, and I am positive he knows nothing about me. I've seen him in my frequent facebook stalkings of his friends and found that he was a recurring member of the photos. Inhibitions (as well as dermal senses) lost due to exhaustion, I told him that I know of him through sis friends. It was until then that he realized that I might be one of those girls who stalk people on the internet at 3 am eating twizzlers and slim jims making shrines of celebrities and other boys who were nice to me. I'm not that. all the time.
But the absurdity for my ability to stalk is frightening. Not only am I an efficient stalker, I also have an uncanny ability to remember everything about everyone. So when I run into/meet/i am caught lurking in the bushes the said person I stalk on the world wide web, awkward conversation happens and I am left in the uncomfortable position of whether I knew a piece of information about this person through speaking to them, or facebook stalking.
I'm not that terrible to be honest, but if I end up having a crush on you...
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