so, there's a knock on the door... - Page 3

That's fucking crazy, I had almost exactly the same thing happen about 2 months ago. Jesus.

It's funny, it only seems really bad in hindsight and when I relate the story like that.  They're completely harmless and the escalation wasn't that noticable when you're in it.  Granted they're still terrible people for doing that, but I was never more than annoyed by them.

It seemed the contact ramped up a great deal in the lead up to this big Witness event they had brewing (which sounded like a revival meeting sort of thing.  JW's trying on the megachurch method for size, or they've got International [catholic] Youth Day envy).  I think that caused a sense of urgency. After I managed to duck them a few times in the lead up to that, they left me a letter one day about it and then I didn't see them for a few months. After that initial six month burst  I've mostly been able to brush them off or they've caught me on my way out etc.

It is pretty outrageous.  But I do think I could stop it if I summoned the backbone to tell them what I really think just once.

I was telling an ex housemate about it, who's Japanese, and she was furious!  So rude! She was like going to wait for them, track them down and give them a piece of her mind and all sorts (I eventually discouraged her).   It was hilarious.

There is an upside.  Angry Aiko is awesome.

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It's not a matter about religion, its a matter of being a pompous dickhead and calling them out on things. "I know your faith more than you do, HAR! HAR! one ups sir!" It's a horrible by product of internet culture.

If some lady comes to my door selling Avon she better not have a blank stare when I ask her about her product line. The alarm salesperson should have a clear eyed answer to my concerns and questions when they are selling me their product. The only people who come to my door with their shit together are the Girl Scouts with their delicious cookies....mmmmm. It's why I left the Catholic Church they couldn't make a sale when I got old enough to ask them questions. They came to his door trying to co-opt his soul and he called them on it. They were likely very young men who are out doing what they are supposed to be doing which is learning their trade for their faith. He taught them to be prepared. Guy deserves kudos.

This thread, well VTran mostly, reminds me of my favorite Koan for some reason.

I just read through this whole thread and can't believe that none of you guys know that Mormons actually believe in 12 Commandments, not 10.  When you asked for the 10 Commandmends, they probably were just confused and thought you were the dumb ass.  It's like asking them if they are enjoying the nice green sky.  And since you guys all seem to know your Bible history, tell me what those extra two Mormon commandments are.  

Sheesh!  Don't you guys know any Mormons?

I know.  I just made that shit up anyways.  Sounded good, though.  You never know with Mormons.  They could have 20 commandments for all I know.  Mormons be crazy.

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This thread, well VTran mostly, reminds me of my favorite Koan for some reason.

 

Nan-in, a Japanese master during the Meiji era (1868-1912), received a university professor who came to inquire about Zen.

Nan-in served tea. He poured his visitor's cup full, and then kept on pouring.

The professor watched the overflow until he no longer could restrain himself. "It is overfull. No more will go in!"

"Like this cup," Nan-in said, "you are full of your own opinions and speculations. How can I show you Zen unless you first empty your cup?"

 

See if more doorknockers came to people as Bruce Lee's ghost from No Retreat, No Surrender we might have something here.

I Went to the shops and passed a man in the street, he was probably in his late 40's. He said hello, I waved and said hello back, I carried on walking. He looked quite a bit drunk, not in a violent way, just open and happy. I Went into the shop, bought some soap, while walking through the isle, in front of me, the man appears, He's followed me into the shop. He starts telling me that he likes me. Really likes me. He asks me if I have "a bit of Chinese in me" I tell him I'm part Sri Lankan. He then grabs my crotch and tells me he "can't wait to get to know me". I tell him to go home, hes very drunk and probably needs the rest. I tell him I don't know who he is, or what he wants, but I'd rather not be followed around shops.

At this point, a middle aged alcoholic woman walks past me, asking where the beers are, I point her to the beer fridge right next to her and she gets mad violent and swings for me. I walk across the shop and the man comes up to me, tries to grab me and holds my hand. I tell him I've got to get home, as my dinner is cooking. He goes off and I pay for my things. The shop keeper is pissing himself with laughter "you make love tonight, ey? Ahahahaha" I go outside, to find the man waiting for me. I ask him if he's following me, and he says I'm his "fucking type of guy" and asks if we can walk home together. I say I'm going home but that I don't know where he's going. We continue on, he keeps telling me how "pretty" I am.

I tell him I'm going and he gets annoyed, punching me in the back lightly as I walk on. I turn around, ask him not to do that, he asks for a hug, but as he's getting a bit violent, I stupidly agree to it, hoping he'll go away afterwards, but he grabs my hand, holds it to his face and strokes his cheek with it. He asks me my name, I refuse to tell him and he tells me his is Stefan. I carry on and he walks with me, as I get to my door, he tells me I'm "a cunt" for rejecting and leaving him. I go inside, take a pan off the boil, then, the door knocks and it's Stefan. I open it up to ask him what he wants, he pushes right into the house and shuts the door. Now he's in my house.

A drunk stranger, hitting on me, in my house... I keep him by the door, he continues to try and grab at me. I tell him if he doesn't go, I'll call the police, because this is totally fucking mad. He says he doesn't understand what my problem is. He continues to mumble and tell me how much he likes me, grabbing at my shoulders and stroking my chest. I tell him to leave again, that I've been pretty polite considering and he gets violent, grabbing my neck and putting his hands round it, pulling me in for a kiss. I pull away and start to call him a cab. He shuts down, slumps against the wall and nods, apologising. I call for a cab, he tells me he'll be back, and then I'll see him again. Because he loves me. Suddenly I realise I should probably record this on the phone in case anything mental happens, as he's edging closer to the kitchen and getting more violent in his outbursts.  

I don't know how to embed this, so I'll have to link to soundcloud. Unless someone can show me. http://snd.sc/yXbsbg

Sean I hate to say it mate, but you were way too nice and accomodating to that particular brand of crazy - as someone who spent a long time being too nice by half and having it blow up in my face with crazies and scumbags in situations like the one you outlined above, sometimes the rules of social etiquette don't apply. Survival and protection are the order of the day.

Most importantly - are you okay? Have you reported this and given the guys description? He sounds like he needs to be medicated and cared for, not out randomly on the street.

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Sean I hate to say it mate, but you were way too nice and accomodating to that particular brand of crazy - as someone who spent a long time being too nice by half and having it blow up in my face with crazies and scumbags in situations like the one you outlined above, sometimes the rules of social etiquette don't apply. Survival and protection are the order of the day.

 

Most importantly - are you okay? Have you reported this and given the guys description? He sounds like he needs to be medicated and cared for, not out randomly on the street.

Agreed. With that kind of crazy you have to be strident in your refusals, because they'll take anything less as reciprocation even if it's really obvious you're not interested. And yeah, you alright? That is fucked right up.
 

Yeah, I called the police and said he'd probably be wandering around and needed to be taken home. I was a lot less polite at the start, but I live in a rough part of town and sometimes just playing nice gets them out of your hair a lot faster. He was clearly out of his mind and I'm not totally sure he knew what he was doing so just calling the police and getting him arrested seemed pretty harsh. He also had a wedding ring on, so I didn't want his possibly secret gay life to fuck up on him. He's gone now anyway, hoping he doesn't come back. This isn't the first time I've had nutters at the door anyway. The scariest thing was his throttling of me for a brief time. I like to think I took an Englishman's approach to this.

Sean, very scary, you should have walked right to a police station, not a place where you could be cornered. What if you'd been assaulted and he had HIV? Glad you are safe, but you were in true peril

That's just fuckin' insane. Glad you're OK, mate.

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Yeah, I called the police and said he'd probably be wandering around and needed to be taken home. I was a lot less polite at the start, but I live in a rough part of town and sometimes just playing nice gets them out of your hair a lot faster. He was clearly out of his mind and I'm not totally sure he knew what he was doing so just calling the police and getting him arrested seemed pretty harsh. He also had a wedding ring on, so I didn't want his possibly secret gay life to fuck up on him. He's gone now anyway, hoping he doesn't come back. This isn't the first time I've had nutters at the door anyway. The scariest thing was his throttling of me for a brief time. I like to think I took an Englishman's approach to this.

Can I ask where you live Sean? PM me if you prefer.

In a small, decaying seaside town. But I'm in the unsavory, ghetto area where all the awful people are. There was a stabbing murder thing down the road last summer and most of the places near me are full of peados in temp placement.

I think, after an event like this, I'd rather like to scrap the last two pages of me taking some kind of retarded moral high ground. I've had people at the door before, but I've never been followed into a shop, hassled in the shop, followed home and then had someone BARGE into my flat. I've also never been hit on by a guy like that. I'm slightly flattered. But I read the situation as one where, if I got assertive, it could have gotten ugly, so just acting like I was his friend till he was gone was for the best. If he remembers anything in the morning, I'm sure he'll feel like a total dick. Also, to point out how strange this was, it was only 10:30pm. That seems far too early for something like this to happen.

Sean you don't know that he was drunk and not seriously disturbed. You should not have let this guy know where you live, and again, you should have gone where there were people. I don't hang around many drunk people, but this doesn't sound like "normal" drunk behavior 

I'm flattered your considering my safety, the guy was clearly drunk and had some issues. He didn't kill me, so I'm fine, but I had to go home. I left the house for 10 minutes to go the shop, which is literally at the end of my road. If I hadn't gone home right away, it would have burnt down as I left my dinner on. This is perhaps the most dangerous thing ever to happen to me in my acquirement of cheddar cheese. I will say this, my dog is fucking useless. It barked once, then sat down in its bed. I'd have certainly been more assertive and called the police if my partner was home, but she's visiting family in Canada, so I played it by ear. 

But I'd love to hear if anything else like this has happened to chewers.

Posted on the boards last year by me:

Well fuck that. That's completely terrifying. How did you get home?

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Well fuck that. That's completely terrifying. How did you get home?

With exhausting effort

I had planned to stay up all night and meet my dad the next day at a train station, as he'd driven down to pick me up, and I was taking the metro out to meet him at a specific place. But he wasn't there, my phone died, and I had like 2 minutes of battery left, and I frantically tried to call up my mom but she was being crazy and didn't like my harried tone and kept saying she wouldn't help unless I was "nicer" or something, and I was trying to explain I only had like 30 seconds of battery and we needed to exchange alot of info very quickly

Then I ran out of battery

I had to beg subway people to open up an electrical outlet in a wall, in a freezing cold tunnel, where I crouched on the floor and had to hold my charger into the outlet because it wouldn't fit right on its own, and I would charge enough to get one minute of talk time, call my mom, try to explain my plight only to have her shut me down, charge again, repeat

I had to pace back and forth in the cold tunnel waiting, because I was seriously concerned I was going to just pass out, having been awake for 35 hours, walked roughly 10 miles, and spent most of the past 24 hrs in freezing winter conditions outside

Eventually my dad somehow found me, and I proceeded to black out in the car, waking up in Massachusetts 

And with that, I think you just trumped me with a peril story. Brilliant. Lets keep doing this till one of us reveals they're dead and a ghost.

Holy carp, Sean.  I was certain that story was going to end with "And then I woke up."

I think you should have left the TV on as the laugh track would have made that recording the tits.