Pounding The Keyboard

  “Don thnk I’ll stop, Baby Reindeer…”        A mentally-ill woman stalking a mentally-disturbed man.      That’s the premise of Netflix’s new hit limited series, Baby Reindeer , which I’ve just finished watching. It has seven episodes. The show is based on the show’s main actor’s real-life experiences, who was stalked and harassed by a woman much older than him, almost double his age. The female stalker in the series is a former lawyer and has been jailed for stalking and harassing other people, while the stalkee is a bartender and a struggling comedian who hides something dark and traumatic in his past.      It’s a painful and difficult watch so I wouldn’t recommend it; I didn’t really like it, it’s just that I have this sense of duty of finishing everything I’ve started. Lol.   The main character’s bad decision after bad decision (I told you he’s disturbed) would stress and exasperate you.      Anyway, the topic of stalking has been beaten to death by many movies and TV sh

    You're the one for me, fatty You're the one I really, really love And I will stay Promise you'll say if I'm in your way ...        Patty could swear she heard the weighing scale groaning when she stepped on it that morning.      She looked down and closed her eyes: she was now 60 pounds overweight.      She used to be just overweight, now, she was officially obese, a fact that instantly depressed her. But no one was to blame but her—she’d been eating a lot. The staff at the nearby buffet restaurant were her close friends now because she was there almost every day, and she was too lazy to exercise and going on a diet was out of the question. So, yeah, she’d most likely be this fat until she died.      And this obesity was also most likely the reason her husband, Jimmy, had stopped making to love to her.      No man would be happy making love to an obese woman. Well, there was always the risk of her breaking some of his bones whenever they did the woman on

           A wise and experienced old man once lectured that if a woman wanted to attract and seduce a man, she would show him her cleavage. Yes, that enchanting, exciting, exhilarating, exhausting, enticing, exasperating little space (a line almost) between a woman’s breasts whenever they wear clothes that have low-cut neckline.      A cleavage, according to this sage of a man, is a talisman, an amulet, that women wear to charm the man they like. Open your social media, and the moment you find a woman that shows her cleavage in her photos is the moment that you find a woman that is trying to seduce and lead a man into her web.      Charles thought it was sexist, and a bit perverse, yes, and this old man could be wrong and a bit senile, but he is ninety-six years old and had fifteen wives, and his last, whenever she's in the mall, buys nothing but clothes with low-cut neckline.      And Charles was thinking about it because he just saw a pretty woman’s cleavage when he ope

       “It’s so hot!” were the first few words that came out of Sorbet’s mouth when he woke up that morning.      It was so hot indeed that he heard in the news that some classes today were suspended because of the heat. He wanted to cool off in a mall and eat ice cream—it felt like the sun was just a few kilometers away from his roof— but he got some works to do, so he sat instead in front of his computer, but before he could start working, he felt something dripping from his ear.      He picked it up with his finger and examined it—it was gooey and slimy and it was greyish and pinkish.      He went to the doctor who in turned also examined it.      “So what is it, doc?” he asked the doctor afterwards.      “This is actually a part of your brain, Sorbet,” the doctor answered. “It’s so hot your brain is melting and dripping out of your ears. Look,” he reached out a hand to Sunny’s ear and picked out something. “Another part of your brain has just fell out of your ear.”