There was once a time where I would often share my life details on the internet. Never too much though but definitely more than I have these last few years. The posts I have been making since Tuesday probably have the most personal details that I have shared on the internet since High School. I have always been reserved about it because I have my share of experiences in the ways of what I guess would be considered stalkers.

Everything from unwanted texts, to unwanted appearances at my place of work, to 8 phone calls from an unknown number within a minute. That last one is not an exaggeration. Really, it is probably under playing what that was like. For two summers I was bombarded with calls after calls from a blocked number. I filed a police report, my friends would answer yelling at the person, I would change my phone number and write down who I would give it to while passing it out very very slowly. At one point, my friend and I were hanging out at a local park and I answered the call. I put it on speaker and set it down next to us as we talked about space, stars, aliens and life on mars. This was back when I had free minutes after 9pm, otherwise I would not have done this but after 20 minutes the line was still connected to the unknown. I picked the phone up, and listened... I could hear movement, or maybe it was breathing. Either way I was terrified by the fact that they had sat there and listened to our nonsense for so long. I hung up.

To this day, I have no idea who that was.

Yet, somehow I am not bothered by that fact. I am not entirely sure I want to know who it was. I have my assumptions, of course, but I will not really ever know unless they come forward. But I find solace in not knowing just as I have been finding solace in sharing these details on my website. Writing here has become a point of relaxation and release.

What unknown do you find solace in?