Let me start off by saying that the term “stalker” is certainly not a positive one.

When said, the image that immediately jumps into my head is an older man sporting his favorite baseball cap, an overgrown mustache and a pair of binoculars that bounce off of his protruding beer belly.

That is why I refer to myself as a “creep.”

I know that the term “creeper” is not generally a positive word either, but “creep,” according to Urbandictionary.com, is “someone who views your profile (multiple times) without saying anything.”

This is an exact definition of how most people creep these days.

Just as humans have done for thousands of years, we have adapted to new technologies that allow us to creep on people without the fear of them noticing us admiring from a distance.

It also allows us to dive into the victim’s personal life.

It wasn’t until these last couple of weeks that I really discovered how big of a creep I am.

It was a simple mention of a kid’s name. I searched him out on Facebook and immediately realized I wanted him.

Lucky for me, his profile is open to the public so I didn’t have to freak him out with a friend request.

And since I found him, I have checked his profile at least once a day, finding information that gives me insight to his life.

With the help of Facebook, I have found out who his friends are, what kind of car he drives and who his roommates are. I even know the exact dorm room he lives in.

Creepy, right? Not how I see it.

I see what I’m doing as survival of the fittest.

By finding out what he is interested in, I’m figuring out what topics to avoid if I ever do get the courage to talk to him — which I’m still working on.

It sure beats admiring someone from a few rows back in American Government.