Time Off for Bad Behavior

The best part of a small town is that everything and everyone is right there.  The worst part of a small town is that everything and everyone is right there.  Convenient, except that everyone's business is everybody else's business and no one can plant a tree, pee in the outdoors, or stick a piece of tape on the cat's paw without becoming public record.  And if the community doesn't approve, your record gets a remix and goes platinum.
If common sense and common courtesy were truly common, all would be well, but, as Zazu said to Mufasa, "There's one in every family, Sire.  Two in mine, actually..."  It might be family, friend, foe, or just your run-of-the-mill neighborhood sociopath, but everyone seems to have that special stalker or two who makes a practice of dropping in to spy on and mock you without bothering to call first, like all your regular fans do.
Your regular fans can be reasoned with and will politely give you space when you need it.  That special stalker, however, refuses the hints you drop for it, ignores boundaries you set for it, forces you to go all Jeremy Renner on it, then cries because you hurt it.  The only way to handle your special stalker is like any other naughty child: you have to give it time off for bad behavior.  Kick it to the back porch of your life and lock the back door for a while.  Yes, your s.s. will likely remix your record and illegally distribute counterfeits, but your diehard fans know your work and will recognize the forgery.
Don't hate your special stalkers, and don't hate the community that gossips about you.  Just remember, everybody serves a purpose.  If no other redeeming qualities can be found, your s.s. can still serve as a poor example.  Besides, someone, somewhere, is probably stalking your stalker right now and gossiping about those who gossiped about you.
Then to add insult to injury, some twit is going to blog about it.
Hawk on.