I'm not a stalker, but...

I've had three people in less than a week tell me they weren't a stalker. The first two were cool, one was a friend's girlfriend I'd not yet met telling me she loved the card that my friend had given her and the second was a friend of a friend who just recently started following me on instagram and recognized me by my profile photo. They were both people who recognized my work or me from social media and knew someone that I knew. That happens when you put your profile picture is actually you and actually LOOKS like you.

This last one though...was a note from a secret admirer that was left at my door. I live in a secure building. Someone has to let you in or you have to have a key or you're not getting in. I'm pretty sure I know who the note is from. I'm not cool with a note at my door and it makes me super uncomfortable. And I can honestly say that even if I were attracted to whomever left the note, I would still find this note creepy.

We're adults here. Notes are for children. Why would I want to call or text someone if I'm not completely sure who they are? I'm not letting someone I don't know have my phone number like that. I don't even like when a friend gives someone my number for BUSINESS purposes without asking me first.

The whole thing was made a little more uncomfortable because when I got home I also found out that another one of my neighbors was found dead in his apartment. And that morning at 130AM one of my other neighbors was knocking on everyone's door looking for some bitch with a kid that was in her apartment. Oy!

I swear I feel like my life isn't that exciting and not much goes on. I go to work, come home, create and sometimes hang out with my friends...and then BAM! Tom foolery ensues. I need to move or a stun gun just in case. Where's that bottle of pepper spray I have?

So how's YOUR week going?

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