City of Stalkers

I want to talk about it - I was stalked. This proves once again why women are maniacs. She followed me all the way from HKU campus to King's Hotel where I play pool all the time with my friends. She stroke up several conversations with me but I was very annoyed. She kept bugging me. She was walking right behind me most of the time. I felt like I was a celebrity, if not a thief. I recalled the movie and the book by Ian McEwan caleld Enduring Love. People stalk you and keep appearing in your life and claim that they know you even if you don't. Later, you start to doubt yourself. Your identity is shaken. Who you are and who you know is not decided by your memory and conscious. It's defined by others, the Other.

What kind of people would stalk people like that? I don't think I need to emphasize that they are, first of all, nuts - fucking lunatics! But what concern me here is what triggers the thought of stalking a particular person such ambitiously. It's all about the eyes and the gaze. We see a person and fall in love with him/her at the first sight. The gaze is made romantic by them even the sparks are absent. The first sight serves as a drive for a second one, a third, and so on. So they stalk you. I am a sexist, I proudly admit. I have just known and encountered too many women who are schizophrenic.