64,999 Calls Too Many

I know this story out of the Netherlands has been out a few days, but I just heard about it last night. If you haven’t heard, a Dutch woman was arrested for stalking after she called her ex-boyfriend 65,000 times in one year. When you do the math, 65,000 calls in one year equals one call every 8 minutes.

My first reaction when I read this story was, “One call every 8 minutes? Pshaw, that’s not so bad.” I’ve certainly gone crazy once or twice (probably more like 10 times) before and called someone too many times when they did not want to hear from me. One ex told me later that he got almost 60 missed calls from me in one weekend. This was after a huge fight we had over him seeing another girl, at the end of which he told me he wanted to take a break. I did not want to take a break. He did not want to discuss it. So 60 calls in one weekend — totally justified, right?

Whenever I hear stories about stalker ladies — I’m also thinking of Lisa Nowak (I couldn’t remember her name so I googled “crazy astronaut lady” and her wikipedia page was the first to come up) and Dr. Jacquelyn Kotarac, who suffocated to death after trying to sneak into her ex-boyfriend’s house through the chimney — I’m terrified. I know that if I don’t get my shit together, someday I could become one of these poor women. Can you imagine if your death became the butt of a late night comedian’s jokes? Or if your entire amazing life and career is eclipsed by the fact that you couldn’t let go of your ex?

There are many people out there that don’t think sex/love addiction is a real thing. It saddens me, because I know that most men and women who suffer from this obsession/addiction/disease/whatever you want to call it, won’t get the help they would get if their addiction was alcohol, for example. I know there is humor in these stories, but for me there is also a lot of sadness.