Okay, so people who are astute masters of search-fu will know about my brief romance last year (the one that imploded like a star). I was content now to have nothing at all to do with this woman, and I still don’t.
However, my life has reached a new stage in insanity. A bunch of her friends, which I affectionately refer to as the Anti-Me Society (so called because I am told that some of them wanted to physically attack me after my ex and I parted ways) have now taken to having cookie and juice parties on the lobby on my floor in my dormitory, watching InuYasha or some shit on their laptops and cuddling under blankets in that sickeningly-sweet asexual way that androgynous, utterly emasculated anime-loving men and the bloated, bitchy, nauseatingly cutesy women who love them seem to have, and sitting there for at least four hours at a time making eye-daggers at me every time I walk by for a cigarette.
I mean, what the fuck? None of you live on this floor, first of all. I’m not even sure some of you even live in this building. Laying aside the fact that the lounge is supposed to be free of loiterers so that people studying - you know, like me and my gang sitting with our pencils and rulers and compassing drawing a fucking GEOLOGICAL SURVERY MAP - don’t have to deal with chit-chat as you complain that Sesshoumaru or whoever has turned his back on his one true love!
So speculate freely on whether or not I deserve it, but the fact remains. Not 35 feet from my door are about 7 people who are theoretically working up the courage to stone me to death.
This part alone makes me give your rant an encouraging nod, two thumbs up and a hearty psuedo-Okminster praise in his absense, despite any ‘fuckwits.’ Good on ya.
Calm down. Strap on your flak vest and helmet just in case. IME, oh my god! 30 years ago! at the University of Wisconsin-Platteville every dorm had a lounge on every floor, reserved for residents of that floor and guests. Resident directors, (Upper classmen hired by the University) had the authority to declare an abuse of such and have them leave, assisited by campus security if for some reason they found the door hard to find. Every dorm also had a general lobby which was pretty much open to the public, and there barring a public crime anything was okay. Check the rules and contact the appropriate authorities to have them enforced. Chances are if they are interfering with your studies, they are with others as well. Other than that suck it up and don’t give then the satisfaction of knowing they got to you.
Spot on. I spent a couple years in Residence, and I always saw these things in the lounge, hooking up their computers to play pixelated japanamation on the large screen TVs.
Have they also coincidentally been other places that you commonly go to, as well? I don’t know, better safe than sorry. Start documenting the incidents, and take a look at a week’s span. See how often they “just happen” to be where you are. If it looks like a stalking pattern, you ought to take actions to put a stop to it. (Maybe the mildest steps you could take would be enough to shock some sense into them and end it, or maybe it will take a concerted effort.) I don’t know what resources are available to you in your area, but I’d take it seriously. People have been severely beaten, or killed for less.