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Originally Posted by luxinterior
As for the stalking, well that's another thing entirely. After a while I got so sick of them, that I gradually stopped returning their calls and answering the door when they came by. I even explained to them that I wanted them to stay the hell away from me, but they kept turning up in places they knew I would be, including cornering me after my classes, which was shocking the first time it happened because I didn't have any classes in common with them, and they really shouldn't have known my schedule. The worst incident came when I was trying to take a nap in my room one evening, and I heard a soft, barely audible knock on the door, which meant that at least one of my friends (the girl I was talking about earlier) was at the door. I mean, I had heard the same knock dozens of times, so there was no mistaking who it was. The lights were all off in my room, but I noticed that the door wasn't locked. She kept knocking though, and I was debating in my head whether or not to go and lock the door, but decided against it because the lock was sort of broken and always made a really loud sound whenever it was turned. So I went back to my bed and just tried to be as quiet as I possibly could. And that's when they decided to let themselves in uninvited. Being a very private person, this did not sit well with me, and I was all over their asses in a second, telling them off, while they stood there and acted like they hadn't done anything. My roommate walked in in the middle of all of this, and still my friends wouldn't leave. I can't even explain how creepy the whole ordeal was. Even my roommate, who had only heard part of the argument, told me that I should report them, and that we should start locking the door even when we're in the room. There was a time before this one where I had walked into my room and had found all of them inside, again uninvited because my roommate wasn't there. I didn't freak out that time, but I should have and just gotten it over with sooner. They were going through my things, which I hate. After the big argument, there were other times when they tried to "reach out" to me, as if they thought that they couldn't be the cause of my distress, when they were in fact my main problem.
These people just had a lot of hang-ups. We never did anything even remotely fun because they always managed to find some sort of problem with having fun. Their idea of fun maxed out at "book discussions", because anything else wasn't appropriate for college.
After I ditched those losers, I took advantage of my good fortune and made sure that everything I did after that was something they would have frowned upon.
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