Vent About Creepers

I have something to say about these so-called creepers. You know what I mean. Those guys in bars, clubs, on facebook, sometimes in the workplace, who just creep you out. You could be a guy and they're creepy to you. Mostly, they're looking for the cute girl who's an easy target. Sometimes, they're just looking for a fight. Other times, they just want to be noticed. No matter what, you can ALWAYS pick one out. My experience with creepers has been varied and always interesting. There was the one in the bar who just came up to my friends and I and jumped in our pictures and would NOT leave us alone. The proof is still on my facebook. Also, there's the ones that come up behind you and press up against you for NO reason to get your attention(mostly while dancing) and then try to buy you a drink. Homie doesn't play this. Additionally, there's the facebook creeper, who comments on everything you do... LESS THAN TEN MINUTES AFTER YOU POST IT. Now, you say, "Tina, you are guilty of this yourself! You do this all the time!" Ah, au contraire! I, unlike the facebook creeper, understand the value of actually living life as opposed to seeing it on facebook and in other realms of cyberspace. I only comment or respond to things if I actually have something to say, whereas the facebook creeper says nothing in a comment. Mostly they're doing it for attention. Also, it usually takes me a while to respond, not less than ten seconds. A perfect example of this is when I watch movies and quote them on my facebook status. What should be a perfectly epic status then gets destroyed by a creeper saying things that in no way relate to what I quoted.

For example, I shall use the code name Oompa Loompa for this particular story and protect those guilty of creeping, though I've no idea why. At any rate, I had been watching V For Vendetta, one of the most amazing movies ever made in the history of film(debate that statement elsewhere, film buffs), and I decide to quote a famous line, "People shouldn't be afraid of the governments. Governments should be afraid of their people." I make this gem of a quote my facebook status. Nine minutes later, Oompa Loompa writes a very long and winded response on said status talking about how we should be able to arm ourselves with guns to overthrow the government and that Obama is going to take our guns and proceeds to use terms like "hun" in reference to me. Plus, his tone was quite condescending towards me, and I don't appreciate that(if you know anything about me, you should know to never talk down to me or talk to me as if I were child, it does not go over well- remember to always check your tone with me). In turn, I, being completely anti-gun and having a bit of rage pent up from other things, unleashed a little fury within said status. I proceeded to call his comment stupid and unnecessary and state that I was quoting a movie I was watching. I then went on to insult him and call him disrespectful of my beliefs and experiences(the reason I am anti-guns is because I saw my cousin accidentally shoot himself in the head with his father's gun when we were 9), and threatened to delete him and, since I do in fact have the distinctive displeasure of knowing this person personally, delete him from my life. I am proud to say, ladies and gentlemen, that Oompa Loompa has not made so much as a peep in my life since.

However, there are some creepers that cannot be quelled. I am convinced that some just do not understand their psychosis. I also greatly worry over those who can stalk you to the point that if there were anything they wanted to know about you, they could find it within an hour. I have watched people like that do things like that, and I tell you... it's frightening.

I guess my ultimate goal within this diatribe blog is to raise awareness... you should all know that creepers are EVERYWHERE!!! They are not just men but also women!!! My ex-best friend is one of those freaks who would track who was reading her blogs and profiles at all times. When she started dating someone, she knew things about him that I don't think even HE knew! All because she knew how to facebook stalk!! How do people like this exist?!

Okay, now I've officially terrified myself. I need to go watch "The Exorcism of Emily Rose" and then go to church in the morning to pray for my damned soul. In other words, I'm going to hide in my closet. In closing, I leave you this:



Never fails.