It's A Mystery

Quite honestly, I have no clue what I am going to write about. Usually, I at least have an anecdote or certain thought that at least gets me going. . .but now that I think of it, my title brings something to mind.

I was on my way to get something to eat and switched the radio to 94.1 fm. That was the Euro-station I spoke of. Turns out it is only European after 1 am and 94.1 is actually CBC Radio 1. After a bit of news (keeps me updated, I do not regularly watch or listen to news) a mystery theater thing came on. It was about a guy with a radio program (ironic) that had a stalker who was in love with him and was killing his listeners. It was pretty weird and I do not feel like it was properly concluded (and yes, I listened to the whole thing. . .I do not know how long it was).

On a similar note (it was actually mentioned in the radio theater), Erotomania is an interesting concept. I remember, before I moved from Davidson, having actually seen a tv documentary about erotomania. It is quite crazy to hear about. According to Wikipedia (haha, here we go),
"Erotomania is a rare disorder whereby the subject holds a delusional
belief that another person is in love with him or her. The patient
believes that this other person was the first to declare his or her
intentions, often by special glances, signals, telepathy, or messages
through the media. Usually the patient “returns” this affection by
means of letters, phone calls, gifts, and visits. The illness is often
associated with delusional disorders such as schizophrenia."

It is a common reason for celebrities having stalkers. I heard one case (from the documentary) where the person believed they were actually married to a celebrity and were wondering why everyone was holding them back from seeing their spouse. When Erotomania is in the context of schitzophrenia, the subjects of the delusion may not actually exist. Most often, though, it is the public media figures that are the subjects.

In a related subject, stalking is a common theme in my life. Not that I do the stalking but that I am stalked. However, when I say I have stalkers I do not actually mean that I am or have been followed. I mean simply that these people have expressed that they liked me and have not backed off when the feeling was not requited. There is another case in which I jokingly call people stalkers. That is all in good fun, rest assured. If I have actually called you a stalker then you are definitely not considered one.

Oh, and here Wikipedia supports me again. In the first sentence on stalking it says "Stalking is a term used to describe unwanted attention by individuals (and sometimes groups of people) to others". In which case it is not the following but the attention involved.

In a completely unrelated topic, my cousin purchased a butterfly kit in which the larvae move to butterfly in their process of metamorphosis. Unfortunately, she left while they are all coming out of their pupal stage. Butterflies are popping out left and right. Problem is, most of them are dying and we have no idea what to do about it. They are actually right behind me. Let me swing around and I will give you an update: *spins in chair* *spins back* Sad news. . .out of 13. . .only 3 look to be alive. I know, madness! This is basically insecticide! I will not take the blame. I did all that I could.

Odd tangent but apparently there is also a game for Nintendo DS called Insecticide.

That is all from me for now. I initially had nothing to say but I was somewhat bored. There is plenty to do but I figured I would knock this off the top of the list. Happy trails! Hope you had a great long weekend. . .You know what? I need a signature sign off phrase. We'll get into that later. I will just make something up for now and we can talk about it some other time.

As they say in French: "Manger le bebes"
(Look up Capucine Story on Youtube. Priceless)
Jonny B