The hunter made me do it

I've felt hunted all week. Or the bigger part of it. Maybe Monday was hunt free. But it certainly started on Tuesday.

I think.

It escalated on Wednesday night, on MSN Messenger. Bombarded with questions that I didn't want to have to remember the answer for. I told a white lie and logged off, I had had enough. That caused three emails being sent around midnight. Both to my gmail AND my work email. WTF? Why?

I didn't bother until yesterday afternoon to open them, and I couldn't believe what I was reading and that there were questions I had already answered. I didn't reply.

Around midnight last night, three new emails. Again, sent both to my gmail AND work email. WHY?

Replied, short tone, copying his questions, writing my replies.

And then said I wouldn't be checking my emails over the weekend and won't be available for his harassment on Monday night either.

When he's done the address change (which he should have done a year ago at least), I'm tempted to tell him to fuck off and leave me alone forever. No good will come out of having him around.

But hopefully from now on and over the weekend, this hunted animal will get some peace and quiet.

IKEA tonight, it's as close as I can get to home here. And I need the feeling of looking at things that are familiar.

Something

changed over the weekend.

And on Tuesday.

The gloves are off

So I stopped being nice. Because the person in question don't deserve me being nice. So I just replied to that person's email, and said a few things I had on my mind. It felt good, and I actually hope that that person will get angry with me for it. Seeking conflict like a prostitute seeking customers on a Tuesday night, when the stars are out and it's a nice evening.

New Years happened, it was the best celebration of the shifting of months, which in the December/January shift, means shifting of years.

Jamaica happened, it was a week of doing NOTHING. Except getting drinks from the bar, food from the restaurant, reading, enjoying being with family. The only difficult questions were of the type

"Which drink should I order now?"

I want to go back to Jamaica, but not on an all-inclusive holiday. It was irie.

But oh man, was there a lot of North Americans, and they are exhausting. Loud and obnoxious and... you know, just being themselves... I wonder if I've become English enough to be all annoyed with the American accent, it sounds horrible. And because they're so loud, you can't escape it. Not irie.

Anyhoo, 2010 is here, and it started with changes. Stay tuned for the winds of change, whistling like the Scorpions, put your seat belt on so you don't end up on the bonnet with fractures and stuff.

cha cha cha