i am a stalker?

I have recently had my feelings hurt and I am ashamed to admit that I am not taking it very well.

I am not going to try to fix it, clear it up, add my perspective or even defend myself over the incident to my assailant, because it is futile. Maybe that's part of why it bothers me so much, that and because I have spent so much of today being upset over it for no good reason.

To make a long story short, today I found out that an acquaintance of mine, barely, thinks that I am a stalker. I found this out because he wrote an entire blog on the subject. I should say that by stalking he means that I befriended him and we had a half dozen casual sentences between us over the last 6 weeks and I read his blog, which he sent me a request to follow...and I looked at his 700 pictures of his old house, which he sent me an invite to do- and we commented on each others statuses occasionally.

Today though I found bits and pieces of our conversations copied and pasted out of context on his blog, him making fun of me for one spelling error, and making me out to sound like I was straight out of the psycho ward. He also copied and pasted tidbits of comments we had made on each others statuses which as of today, I found that he had completely misconstrued into something outlandish... for instance, when we first became friends I wrote "nice to meet you" and today in his blog he wrote about how stupid I am to think that we had actually met. He even went on to say that I used other random women's profile pictures on my Facebook page and that I had no personal information on there to give him a clue as to who I am. (?)

Moving on...I am writing this now only to elaborate on the topic of stalking and say this just in case he reads it: If I were stalking you, you would have way more to complain about than the very few online comments we have shared. I would hunt you down because I know from your blogs where your old house is that you are moving out of and I would have shown up there. I also know from your pictures and blog description about where your new house is, and if I were stalking you, I would have found it. You have shared where you work and I would have showed up there if I were stalking you. I have seen pictures of your car and I would follow you if I were stalking you, heck I would borrow cars just to drive past you and not have you know it was me. You blog about where you shop, and if I were stalking you, I would have been there and since you apparently think I am a master of disguise you would have never even noticed me. Furthermore, from work, I know more about finding people on the internet than almost anyone else I know and if I were stalking you I would have emailed your yahoo email, your work email and any alternate emails you have ever had listed. I would have called you at your job to the point where your boss would be telling you to get rid of me or they would get rid of you. I would have sent flowers and cards to your house and your job and solicited all of your friends. You have told me who your sister is, and your brother-in-law and where they live. You have talked about your father and his wife from Vietnam and if I were stalking you I would befriend these family members just to wedge myself into your life and the fact that you hate them, would make it all the better. Plus, I would go and meet your new neighbors so that they didn't think anything about me hanging around your house. I would have sat outside your house while you were at work and coaxed your outdoor cats to come with me and then sent you ransom notes or boiled them in a pot on your own stove. I would call the police and ask them to check on you because you were suicidal, just to be a nuisance. I would have haunted you and tortured you with the very basics of what causes your low self esteem to the point where you would think you were in a horror movie. I would have screwed with your fragility to the point where you wished your were in an asylum. I would be a nightmare beyond anything you could imagine, if I were stalking you.

You wrote that in the beginning you were flattered that I was stalking you- please don't be. You and I don't even share the same description of the word and you are selling me short by your assumptions.