[CHUTICLE] AN ESSAY ABOUT STALKING

Day 1,692, 12:51 • Published in USA USA • by Chutley



AN ESSAY ABOUT STALKING


In light of the recent deserved outcry about a certain stalking incident, I decided to write a short essay about stalking in the hopes of illuminating our fair republic so that we may all recognize it when it arises, and take steps to thwart it.

This is not meant to be an incendiary or ill-meant article, as I have a rather genial reputation to uphold, and so I feel it is my duty to refrain from naming any names.



After all, other reporters have explicated the details elsewhere. So, again, I stress, I absolutely, positively refuse to name names. Enough prefacing, let’s explore…

Just what, exactly, is a stalker? Let’s refer to wikipedia:

A stalker is someone who engages in stalking.

Yes, that much is true, but just for posterity; perhaps we should go a little deeper…


Being a stalker, in my humble opinion, first and foremost, is someone who is, purely and simply, a desperate human being.

Really, really desperate. And more often then not, a stalker is someone who is desperate for something he both lacks, and, apropos, desperately desires.

Unbeknownst to him, a stalker also is a mentally unstable personality. He is someone who has, in colloquial terms, gone completely off his rocker.

Notably, a stalker is not always physically dangerous. In fact, he usually harasses from afar because he is a total puss.

Or maybe he does so because his visceral fear of altercation is what led him to be so desperate in the first place.


Stalkers are, at their cores, weak and pitiful.

Terrible with social skills, a stalker probably grew up without any friends.

Or, worse, without anyone who even cared for him at all.

Parents, maybe unfairly yet still summarily, hated him.


Siblings were embarrassed by their relation to him.

Teachers prayed he didn’t end up in their classes.

And, obviously, women rejected him every single time he mustered enough courage to go within 10 feet of any of them.

Love, only understood from movies and books (if he can read), is never requited.

Knowing only loneliness, the stalker pines for human contact. But he does not have the wherewithal to procure it in a healthy, societally acceptable way.

Instead, he lurks in the shadows,

Never encountering the ones for whom he lustfully pursues.

“Go away,” is the most frequent verbal response he hears. Or “leave me alone.” Or, “Stop or I’ll call the police.” Or, “I just called the police.” Or, “Arrest that man, he’s stalking me.”


But it just doesn’t matter to the stalker.

Idiot as he is, He persists.

And still, no one likes him.



Read between the lines and be bold. Shout that stalking is a capital offense and it should be, first, subjected to the letter of every set of laws, and a harsh sentence is always deserved.


Vertically,
Chutley