Altissimo's Real Life Chris
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The Hunter said:
Only just noticed this - my wardrobe is basically t-shirts, jeans, and the same black hoodie that I wear anytime it's 60 degrees or less. Doesn't matter if it's 60 degrees or 10 degrees. But it has nothing to do with wanting to be an intellectual; I've been wearing hoodies every day since like 2009... i dunno, I guess it's just a habit.
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exball: I never got ahold of any of the comics, the letter, or the playing card, and the picture I took was far too blurry for me to want to keep it. I'd look him up on facebook but idk if he even has a facebook and I kind of ... don't want to look him up, you know?
Green Nidoking: I can understand it from the point of view of "his feelings = his victim complex" and it's more protection of me than it is consideration of him (if i take a picture, he'll be upset, possibly enough to lash at out me and turn into That Guy). That's the logic my mom used, at any rate. But if it's purely his feelings and not mine - as in, I should do whatever this creepy fuck wants me to for the mere fact that he's a creepy fuck and doesn't know any better and he'll be upset! - well, fuck that noise. Autistic or not, if someone tells you not to do something, you don't do it. Hell, my music therapy clients understand that and they're low-functioning enough to need music therapy!
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And you people doubted the existance of Chris 2.0.
But yeah, I have a feeling this is far from over. If this guy is like Chris, he's going to probably paint you has a bully for calling him out about his comics. Worse case scenario, he dox's you.
Be careful okay?
But yeah, I have a feeling this is far from over. If this guy is like Chris, he's going to probably paint you has a bully for calling him out about his comics. Worse case scenario, he dox's you.
Be careful okay?
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random_pickle said:
He doesn't know my address, I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't even know my real name. Plus I made my Facebook intentionally super-difficult to find, never gave him my email address, he deleted my phone number... Dunno what he even has to "dox" me with.
Besides, like I said, he's transferring. If he still bothers me after he transfers, that's probably something worth reporting to the actual police about.
But thanks for your concerns anyhow.
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Seems like you got lucky this time around Alti. I took the time to read through your story and everyone else's posts and I can conclude that he's more of an annoyance than a threat to you. You might not need to kick his ass, but you should be vigilant around the guy. Anyhow, its a good thing that he's going away. Maybe he'll be the butt of a joke on ED years later.
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Interesting story, I had some scary music playing to kind of fit the thread...I've known people like this before and it's rather unnerving that you had an actual Chris type of person to deal with...
As for me, I had a sort of stalker once, a year or two ago. She was kind of like that but not as extreme. And no comics either, far as I know. However, she was into drama and still calls my friend on occasion to beg us to hang out with her. From what I recall, she did and probably still has serious mental problems.
As for me, I had a sort of stalker once, a year or two ago. She was kind of like that but not as extreme. And no comics either, far as I know. However, she was into drama and still calls my friend on occasion to beg us to hang out with her. From what I recall, she did and probably still has serious mental problems.
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Does Some JERK want to tell us about his experience of being stalked by a circus clown now?Some JERK said:
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Okay. Sorry for the slight delay on this guys. I had typed up the whole story in full and edited it for spelling/grammar and was about to post it when i realized that not only was it over-long, but that i had basically shared far more information about myself and my life than i feel comfortable sharing on this forum (no offense, but sometimes you spergs scare the hell out of me.) So here's the readers-digest version with most of the relevant facts:
Once upon a time, in the course of my normal working/social life as a young adult, i regularly encountered a girl who apparently had been a professional clown for a certain world-famous circus that rhymes with "Flinling Mothers". ("Flingling Mothers" rhymes with "Ringling Brothers", right? okay good.) Anyway, I guess she now made a living doing private clown-work. Rich kids birthday parties and events for the discriminating clown aficionado who wants the very best ...whatever. That's not important. The point is, she was a professional clown. a real one.
I guess i should pause here and let you know that i'm one of those people who really, REALLY does not like clowns. (They don't outright frighten me, but they certainly are upsetting to me.) I only mention that because that fact is basically what caused the whole mess in the first place.
Okay so i know her (kinda. we had semi-regular contact but it wasn't anything on a personal level. Not going to explain any further than that.) but i wasn't aware that she was a professional clown. So when i actually encountered her one day when she was in full-clown gear, it was unexpected to say the least. i mean, who's really prepared for an unexpected clown out of nowhere? (I wasn't.) My uneasiness around clowns, coupled with the stupidity of youth and a healthy dose of good old garden-variety insensitivity, caused me to say something really fucking uncool to her. I embarassed the shit out of her in front of people, and hurt her feelings pretty bad, and of all the things i regret of that situation (and there's a lot), that's the one i kinda regret most. (because out of it all, that's the only thing that i can't even try to pretend i had any excuse for.)
So anyway, i felt pretty shitty about that but basically didn't do anything about it. Over the next couple of days, however, it really started bothering me, so i made an effort to get in contact with her and apologize, and i figured "what the hell? i'll take her to lunch." it seemed like a nice, harmless, grown up thing to do.
Did i mention that i was really young? (and possibly insane?) okay... just checking.
So we go to lunch and it was fine. I apologized again for being such an asshole, and she told me that she was pretty much used to things like that, but that it had affected her so negatively in that particular instance because she really liked me. (like no... really.)
shit.
I won't go into it, but for reasons that went beyond her being, you know, A FUCKING CLOWN, I wasn't interested. But i was way young, and i still felt really shitty, and was appreciative of the courage it takes to tell someone that you're into them (especially in certain circumstances) But this was also now uncomfortable and i didn't really know what to say. I just sort of ignored it and changed the subject. So what do people who don't really know each other all that well talk about at lunch when one of them is trying to change the subject? Well they talk about their lives and their work and shit like that. So now she knows where i work. She knows my phone number. She has my email address. She knows generally where i live.
(PROTIP #1: don't take strange clowns who have crushes on you to lunch and then tell them all about your life.)
When lunch was over, gave her a hug (which in my memory lasted a little too long on her part... but that could just be later events making me mis-remember) and we went our seperate ways.
I'll skip the boring gradual build-up part (which actually took a little while) and jump straight to the part where eventually, she started popping up in some way (at my work or calling/emailing me) like almost every day. I didn't know what to do. Now, even though i wasn't interested, she was a fairly attractive girl. (being a clown keeps you awesome shape i guess) But i obviously wasn't into it, and i would roll my eyes or say something like "great" whenever she came around. That's when i found out that if you're being pestered by an attractive girl, nobody gives a shit (or so it seemed.) My friends thought it was funny as hell, and the people at my work went out of their way to direct her to me whenever she would come by. i didn't tell them that i was actually a little more than "annoyed" by it, because i had no idea how to handle this and i was worried about generating drama at work, so i kinda played it off. dumb. (PROTIP #2: If someone is coming by your work and you don't want them there, SUCK IT UP AND TELL THE PEOPLE THAT YOU WORK WITH WHAT'S GOING ON. i really wish i had done that immediately.)
So, with no help (so i thought) from work, and my friends thinking it was the most awesome and hilarious thing that had ever happened in the history of ever... i committed what i consider my second biggest regret in the situation. i just sort of lived with it. She wasn't being threatening or full on psycho (yet) and so while it was more than just a mere nuisance to me, i basically did nothing about it. i swear, some part of me actually believed that if i just waited her out, that she would just get bored with my apathy and go away. But that's not the way it works at all. If you don't tell someone flat out that you don't want them around, and then shut off any avenues they have into your life, some people will take that as an invitation to keep going. So she did. and it got worse and worse and worse to the point where i felt trapped in my own fucking life. She would come by my work with lunch, she would call me all the time. she would send me increasingly affectionate emails. Then the emails started getting sexually suggestive, and then finally, pretty damn explicit. Then she started sending pictures of herself. (use your imagination. You will probably be right.)
and all of this just sort of went on until i decided that it needed to stop. I called her one night and explained that she was a very nice person, but that i just wasn't interested in her like that, and that i really needed her to stop contacting me and coming by my work. I wished her well and got a pretty tearful "i understand". It was completely uncomfortable, but afterwards i felt very grown up and proud of myself for finally drawing a line in the sand and being definitive.
30 minutes later, i get another phone call from her. I don't know why, but i assumed that she was calling back to apologize further or something, so i answered it (like a retard) and was treated to a psychotic crying/screaming fit, with her accusing me of leading her on (which i guess in a way i kinda did.. but not because of anything more than that i just had no idea what to do at all.) and how terrible and shitty i was, and how she was going to kill herself rightnowgoodbyecruelworldCLICK!
(PROTIP #3: If you tell someone not to contact you anymore, don't answer the phone for them 30 minutes later.)
So... instead of saying "Well, just make sure you swallow the WHOLE bottle, psycho." I called her back, (Does this even need to be PROTIP#4?) and tried my best to talk her out of it. (seriously. REALLY young.) which of course is exactly what she wanted me to do. so that happened and it didn't make things any better of course, because after that i got something like "I KNEW YOU REALLY CARED ABOUT ME!!! Thank you so much for SAVING MY LIFE, I LOVE YOU!"
uh... can i borrow that bottle of pills?
I really didn't know what to do now. I just sort of ignored her emails and phonecalls when i could, and made myself as unavailable as possible at work. But i wasn't always successful because nobody knew what was really going on (see PROTIP#2). Sometimes the emails were a bit unhinged, and sometimes when she came into work she was a little... weird. But aside from the one time we went to lunch, i had never once been anywhere with her where i wasn't surrounded by people i knew (which i am very thankful for.) Then I learned through the grapevine that she had told at least one person that we were dating, and in one case had even warned a friend of hers (who did not know me at all) that i was "off limits" and that this person was not to talk to me, ever. because ...well because "crazy" i guess.
So this was bad, and i had no clue how to solve this problem without totally embarrassing myself. One day, as i was getting ready for work i was looking at myself in the mirror. I looked shitty. I wasn't sleeping well and i dreaded leaving my apartment at all. I knew she knew which complex i lived in, and at this point even though i had never ever seen her anywhere near my apartment, i had no trouble at all imagining her parked outside all night every night with a thermos of coffee and a pair of binoculars waiting for me to open my front door so she could pinpoint exactly which apartment i lived in. So im standing there in front of my bathroom mirror, and i don't know what prompted me to say the following, but i looked myself right in the eye and said:
"[MY FIRST NAME], you are being stalked.
...by a fucking. clown."
and i just started laughing. Like. how fucking ridiculous is it to say those words and have them be true? WTF? holy shit. Is this really my life?!
yep.
I had to do something, but i didn't know what the hell to do. So that day i talked to one of my closest friends about it (who i worked with) and told her everything. She had actually been pretty much the ringleader (no pun intended) of the "this is both hilarious and awesome"-crowd, but she didn't know what was really going on. As soon as i told her everything, she said "i will email you in an hour or so" and left the room. About 20 minutes later i got an email from her saying "Meet me in [HR DEPARTMENT PERSONS] office at lunch." I was now positive that i had made a terrible, horrible mistake and that i was going to get fucking fired. Why would my friend do this to me? She was certainly the type who loved gossip and drama, but really? She was so fucking starved for it that she just ran to admin and threw me under the bus? What a BITCH!
So lunch rolls around and i'm making my way to this ladies office. i was positive that i was going to walk in there and she was going to say "I'm sitting here trying to handle payroll for this month, and now i have to deal with your fucking CLOWN PROBLEMS?! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY BUILDING RIGHT NOW!!!" but that didn't happen at all. She was super cool about it and basically said this "Email her and tell her again that you don't want to have contact with her anymore and then do not contact her again no matter what. Forward all of her emails to your trash folder. Don't answer her phone calls. If she comes here again, we will tell her that you were transferred to another location, and (if she asks) that we can't give out personal information to anyone who isn't family or law enforcement. [MY FRIEND WHO SET UP THE MEETING] has agreed to give you a ride to and from work for a little while so that your car isn't here. She'll probably get the message and leave you alone. But you have to send that message clearly, and be firm about it." (Why hello there, PROTIP #5)
So ...i guess HR people know the drill when it comes to this sort of shit. WHO KNEW?
Anyway so that's more or less what happened, and i never saw or heard from her again. She never came by my work (that i ever heard about.) and she's still very much alive (i actually checked before writing this up.) anticlimactic, i know. I'm sure you guys wanted to hear about boiled rabbits and horse-heads in my bed... didn't happen that way. Although sometime later, someone who stayed the night at my apartment did find their tires slashed the next morning, but i like to think that was just because i lived in a shitty neighborhood.
There's obviously more to the story than everything i've said here, but for reasons stated at the beginning, some things were intentionally left out. But that's the general gist of what happened, and so here's the bottom line: if someone is making you uncomfortable at work or school: FUCKING TELL SOMEONE IMMEDIATELY. Do not just wait for it to go away, because it usually wont. Also, people who REALLY want to believe something will take your niceness and/or politeness as a sign that you're totally okay with everything. Not because that's at all reasonable, but because they aren't.
PS: I'm still very good friends with Gossip-Girl, and she occasionally brings this up and we both laugh about it. Which brings me to a close with (PROTIP#6: No matter how embarrassing or shitty a situation is, once you do what you need to do to resolve it, You will get over it, and maybe even laugh about it someday with other people who were there. )
Once upon a time, in the course of my normal working/social life as a young adult, i regularly encountered a girl who apparently had been a professional clown for a certain world-famous circus that rhymes with "Flinling Mothers". ("Flingling Mothers" rhymes with "Ringling Brothers", right? okay good.) Anyway, I guess she now made a living doing private clown-work. Rich kids birthday parties and events for the discriminating clown aficionado who wants the very best ...whatever. That's not important. The point is, she was a professional clown. a real one.
I guess i should pause here and let you know that i'm one of those people who really, REALLY does not like clowns. (They don't outright frighten me, but they certainly are upsetting to me.) I only mention that because that fact is basically what caused the whole mess in the first place.
Okay so i know her (kinda. we had semi-regular contact but it wasn't anything on a personal level. Not going to explain any further than that.) but i wasn't aware that she was a professional clown. So when i actually encountered her one day when she was in full-clown gear, it was unexpected to say the least. i mean, who's really prepared for an unexpected clown out of nowhere? (I wasn't.) My uneasiness around clowns, coupled with the stupidity of youth and a healthy dose of good old garden-variety insensitivity, caused me to say something really fucking uncool to her. I embarassed the shit out of her in front of people, and hurt her feelings pretty bad, and of all the things i regret of that situation (and there's a lot), that's the one i kinda regret most. (because out of it all, that's the only thing that i can't even try to pretend i had any excuse for.)
So anyway, i felt pretty shitty about that but basically didn't do anything about it. Over the next couple of days, however, it really started bothering me, so i made an effort to get in contact with her and apologize, and i figured "what the hell? i'll take her to lunch." it seemed like a nice, harmless, grown up thing to do.
Did i mention that i was really young? (and possibly insane?) okay... just checking.
So we go to lunch and it was fine. I apologized again for being such an asshole, and she told me that she was pretty much used to things like that, but that it had affected her so negatively in that particular instance because she really liked me. (like no... really.)
shit.
I won't go into it, but for reasons that went beyond her being, you know, A FUCKING CLOWN, I wasn't interested. But i was way young, and i still felt really shitty, and was appreciative of the courage it takes to tell someone that you're into them (especially in certain circumstances) But this was also now uncomfortable and i didn't really know what to say. I just sort of ignored it and changed the subject. So what do people who don't really know each other all that well talk about at lunch when one of them is trying to change the subject? Well they talk about their lives and their work and shit like that. So now she knows where i work. She knows my phone number. She has my email address. She knows generally where i live.
(PROTIP #1: don't take strange clowns who have crushes on you to lunch and then tell them all about your life.)
When lunch was over, gave her a hug (which in my memory lasted a little too long on her part... but that could just be later events making me mis-remember) and we went our seperate ways.
I'll skip the boring gradual build-up part (which actually took a little while) and jump straight to the part where eventually, she started popping up in some way (at my work or calling/emailing me) like almost every day. I didn't know what to do. Now, even though i wasn't interested, she was a fairly attractive girl. (being a clown keeps you awesome shape i guess) But i obviously wasn't into it, and i would roll my eyes or say something like "great" whenever she came around. That's when i found out that if you're being pestered by an attractive girl, nobody gives a shit (or so it seemed.) My friends thought it was funny as hell, and the people at my work went out of their way to direct her to me whenever she would come by. i didn't tell them that i was actually a little more than "annoyed" by it, because i had no idea how to handle this and i was worried about generating drama at work, so i kinda played it off. dumb. (PROTIP #2: If someone is coming by your work and you don't want them there, SUCK IT UP AND TELL THE PEOPLE THAT YOU WORK WITH WHAT'S GOING ON. i really wish i had done that immediately.)
So, with no help (so i thought) from work, and my friends thinking it was the most awesome and hilarious thing that had ever happened in the history of ever... i committed what i consider my second biggest regret in the situation. i just sort of lived with it. She wasn't being threatening or full on psycho (yet) and so while it was more than just a mere nuisance to me, i basically did nothing about it. i swear, some part of me actually believed that if i just waited her out, that she would just get bored with my apathy and go away. But that's not the way it works at all. If you don't tell someone flat out that you don't want them around, and then shut off any avenues they have into your life, some people will take that as an invitation to keep going. So she did. and it got worse and worse and worse to the point where i felt trapped in my own fucking life. She would come by my work with lunch, she would call me all the time. she would send me increasingly affectionate emails. Then the emails started getting sexually suggestive, and then finally, pretty damn explicit. Then she started sending pictures of herself. (use your imagination. You will probably be right.)
and all of this just sort of went on until i decided that it needed to stop. I called her one night and explained that she was a very nice person, but that i just wasn't interested in her like that, and that i really needed her to stop contacting me and coming by my work. I wished her well and got a pretty tearful "i understand". It was completely uncomfortable, but afterwards i felt very grown up and proud of myself for finally drawing a line in the sand and being definitive.
30 minutes later, i get another phone call from her. I don't know why, but i assumed that she was calling back to apologize further or something, so i answered it (like a retard) and was treated to a psychotic crying/screaming fit, with her accusing me of leading her on (which i guess in a way i kinda did.. but not because of anything more than that i just had no idea what to do at all.) and how terrible and shitty i was, and how she was going to kill herself rightnowgoodbyecruelworldCLICK!
(PROTIP #3: If you tell someone not to contact you anymore, don't answer the phone for them 30 minutes later.)
So... instead of saying "Well, just make sure you swallow the WHOLE bottle, psycho." I called her back, (Does this even need to be PROTIP#4?) and tried my best to talk her out of it. (seriously. REALLY young.) which of course is exactly what she wanted me to do. so that happened and it didn't make things any better of course, because after that i got something like "I KNEW YOU REALLY CARED ABOUT ME!!! Thank you so much for SAVING MY LIFE, I LOVE YOU!"
uh... can i borrow that bottle of pills?
I really didn't know what to do now. I just sort of ignored her emails and phonecalls when i could, and made myself as unavailable as possible at work. But i wasn't always successful because nobody knew what was really going on (see PROTIP#2). Sometimes the emails were a bit unhinged, and sometimes when she came into work she was a little... weird. But aside from the one time we went to lunch, i had never once been anywhere with her where i wasn't surrounded by people i knew (which i am very thankful for.) Then I learned through the grapevine that she had told at least one person that we were dating, and in one case had even warned a friend of hers (who did not know me at all) that i was "off limits" and that this person was not to talk to me, ever. because ...well because "crazy" i guess.
So this was bad, and i had no clue how to solve this problem without totally embarrassing myself. One day, as i was getting ready for work i was looking at myself in the mirror. I looked shitty. I wasn't sleeping well and i dreaded leaving my apartment at all. I knew she knew which complex i lived in, and at this point even though i had never ever seen her anywhere near my apartment, i had no trouble at all imagining her parked outside all night every night with a thermos of coffee and a pair of binoculars waiting for me to open my front door so she could pinpoint exactly which apartment i lived in. So im standing there in front of my bathroom mirror, and i don't know what prompted me to say the following, but i looked myself right in the eye and said:
"[MY FIRST NAME], you are being stalked.
...by a fucking. clown."
and i just started laughing. Like. how fucking ridiculous is it to say those words and have them be true? WTF? holy shit. Is this really my life?!
yep.
I had to do something, but i didn't know what the hell to do. So that day i talked to one of my closest friends about it (who i worked with) and told her everything. She had actually been pretty much the ringleader (no pun intended) of the "this is both hilarious and awesome"-crowd, but she didn't know what was really going on. As soon as i told her everything, she said "i will email you in an hour or so" and left the room. About 20 minutes later i got an email from her saying "Meet me in [HR DEPARTMENT PERSONS] office at lunch." I was now positive that i had made a terrible, horrible mistake and that i was going to get fucking fired. Why would my friend do this to me? She was certainly the type who loved gossip and drama, but really? She was so fucking starved for it that she just ran to admin and threw me under the bus? What a BITCH!
So lunch rolls around and i'm making my way to this ladies office. i was positive that i was going to walk in there and she was going to say "I'm sitting here trying to handle payroll for this month, and now i have to deal with your fucking CLOWN PROBLEMS?! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY BUILDING RIGHT NOW!!!" but that didn't happen at all. She was super cool about it and basically said this "Email her and tell her again that you don't want to have contact with her anymore and then do not contact her again no matter what. Forward all of her emails to your trash folder. Don't answer her phone calls. If she comes here again, we will tell her that you were transferred to another location, and (if she asks) that we can't give out personal information to anyone who isn't family or law enforcement. [MY FRIEND WHO SET UP THE MEETING] has agreed to give you a ride to and from work for a little while so that your car isn't here. She'll probably get the message and leave you alone. But you have to send that message clearly, and be firm about it." (Why hello there, PROTIP #5)
So ...i guess HR people know the drill when it comes to this sort of shit. WHO KNEW?
Anyway so that's more or less what happened, and i never saw or heard from her again. She never came by my work (that i ever heard about.) and she's still very much alive (i actually checked before writing this up.) anticlimactic, i know. I'm sure you guys wanted to hear about boiled rabbits and horse-heads in my bed... didn't happen that way. Although sometime later, someone who stayed the night at my apartment did find their tires slashed the next morning, but i like to think that was just because i lived in a shitty neighborhood.
There's obviously more to the story than everything i've said here, but for reasons stated at the beginning, some things were intentionally left out. But that's the general gist of what happened, and so here's the bottom line: if someone is making you uncomfortable at work or school: FUCKING TELL SOMEONE IMMEDIATELY. Do not just wait for it to go away, because it usually wont. Also, people who REALLY want to believe something will take your niceness and/or politeness as a sign that you're totally okay with everything. Not because that's at all reasonable, but because they aren't.
PS: I'm still very good friends with Gossip-Girl, and she occasionally brings this up and we both laugh about it. Which brings me to a close with (PROTIP#6: No matter how embarrassing or shitty a situation is, once you do what you need to do to resolve it, You will get over it, and maybe even laugh about it someday with other people who were there. )
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I was expecting more along the lines of a big fat hairy dude wearing a bondage suit and clown make up following him around in an ice cream truck. But I guess a somewhat hot girl who happens to work as a clown is cool too.exball said: