Stalker: French Toast

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated portrait of Earth-civilization psyche of network culture superstition/paranoia with a comedy-touch of lined thesis.

A sports/media culture dramedy narrative.

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains images/references with no ties to any person(s)/body (e.g., French Open tennis) and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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Do you know why I began stalking both Monica Seles and Steffi Graf of Yugoslavia/Germany following that epic stunner in 1992 at Roland-Garros (6-3-, 3-6, 10-8) for sports-windows arts for Earthling superstition? Well, it was a women's sports moment that defined rivalry for the gender, in all of sports really. I decided to make myself a French toast meal and then embarked on my temp-journey to make mark of the two tennis celebrities as creatures of vanity (ha).

Of course, I had no intention to harm either Graf/Seles, and despite being a fan of both stars, my motive was purely personal/private. You see, when I was a young kid, I had a stranger bond with a schoolmate with whom I competed furiously in just about any game (wow). I knew I had engendered in my spirit some deep-thought envy, and I translated this consciousness to a hypnotic obsession with the Seles-Graf French Open rivalry-jewelry moment in 1992 (hmmm).

Graf was once the pure indomitable super tennis player for women's tennis and won just about everything and rarely any challenger could claim to be a stat-rival (damn). Seles broke onto the scene just before Graf got (simply!) boring. I made myself some French toast and then decided to stalk the two women in Paris post-championship. Well, it was a good decision, and I knew i made it to reflect dodgeball memoirs from youth and adulthood psychosis for capitalism-symbolism. After all, sports had become a restaurant/TV conversation for Earthlings (for the Ego).

READER: You blog about this online with some deranged celeb-obsession, pal.

ME: This is a new age and gods have been replaced by characters, friend.

READER: The Seles-Graf rivalry is too tense/fragile to be paranoia-worded, pal.

ME: That is only half-truth, friend; for no sport/media celeb is without crowds.

READER: You're implying they deserve to be stalked; I doubt you're not joking.

ME: No one deserves to be stalked; but my agenda is self-deprecation.

READER: Weird (Facebook-like).

I went to the iconic Ice Hotel (Euro) and took journal words to heart about the civilization/sociological link between fortune-obsession and network idealization or treasure diplomacy. I felt comforted with my temp-crime activity of self-deprecation in regards to my youth-rivalry (envy!) with my schoolmate (unnamed). He'd envy what I achieved here with Seles-Graf jam (for incomplete-distances).

For Earthlings, social networks reflected publicized goals and views for shared fortunes and resources and decisions for shared space and fashion for capitalism and even superstition. It was the beginning of the age of the Internet, and it was a languages-time of hackers and spies and terrorists and pirates and also tycoons and ambitious writers (wow).

READER: Who do you think is the better pretty-woman, pal?

ME: Well, both stars offered media diplomacy face for their troubled nations.

READER: Sure, Germany escaping the stigma of Nazism; Yugo internal wars!

ME: That's why I didn't let myself be spotted stalking the rivals for French toast.

READER: Selfie-like (stereo-quality, hmmm).

Actually, I never actually stalked Seles or Graf that season in Paris, but I wanted to write about the funny-conjecture that such social (or antisocial) activity would be imprint for some civilization catharsis 'consciousness' in this Earthling age of toys-for-bots. In deeds, I'd not dare become part of that terror-population of folks mired in the society infused Hell of damning our Earth trends of network/movies linked education (for the Ego). However, I wonder if my schoolmate-rival (of envy!) was somehow (now) linked to such toylands-qualia activity (for leviathan/uncertainty).