"Public record" isn't something to fuck with, that's for sure. For the record, yes, the address and phone number were indeed mine. Heh, kinda shocked me actually, but that's what I deserved for getting a local telephone number without requesting to be unpublished. Thank the stars that White Pages aren't very helpful in tracking cell phone numbers. Perhaps my anonymity is tucked in there somewhere with all the other miscellaneous fees I get each month from my cell phone provider.
I don't feel like I have much more to say on stalking, privacy violations, and what have you. Perhaps it's strange to have relatively low anxiety about that, but I just do. I think it's because I don't put a whole lot of stuff out there about my life. I do what I can to protect my privacy. I don't believe anyone would really go out of their way to hunt me down, particularly with regard to someone else's fascination or obsession with me or if debtors were really tired of me dodging the bills. I pay my shit on time, and I would leave it up to the REAL (reality) police (a.k.a. police officials, local government) to deal with people whose behavior bordered on harrassment. That's who to call if you think people are stalking you, right?
All I ever did, say, or claim about you, J., is that your pictures look pretty inconsistent, and that I couldn't verify things you OUTRIGHT said were true about your life at one point, like coaching at Jena High School. While you recanted and apologized for telling falsehoods (praise God), the issues of reality versus confidentiality, Internet authenticity, and all that never really went away. Those subjects continue to come up in conversation -- get this -- even if they aren't pertaining to your life.
Quite frankly, if I thought I were such hot shit, so much so that I deliberately gave false information to get the "hundreds and thousands" of people lusting after me off my back, well, then I'd believe I were a real head case and seek treatment. For real. I'm certainly not a member here in order to gain popularity or to have people licking my ass as a statement of my grandeur. Oh, hells no. That's too many people to have on a Christmas card list.
I'm just me, man. I like a handful of people enough to make them real friends in the real world, and they know I love them quite a bit -- enough that it sparks conversations about how strange, odd, and yet fuckin' wondeful it is to make real world friendships in a big dick forum of all places. It's just how I see the world of relationships.
Other than clearing up things that didn't and make still don't add up about you, J., I don't really care. I mean that. It's beyond an issue of liking you or not liking you. I got people in the real world that I need to figure that stuff up about. I don't have anything to gain or lose from making you look how you want to look. So, if you still think I'm participating in some sort of vendetta, please don't flatter yourself. Like I said, I just read the thread, got surprised, and started laughing my ass off.