Kirsty, you’re a douche bag.

She’s right. It was naughty to call Adelaide the City of Churches and serial killers. Officially yes, it is the City of Churches but the serial killer thing? They haven’t made that official yet.

My post earlier this week on why I could understand Melissa George not wanting to rehash her past, provided a few blogging lessons.

  1. Be very clear about what it is you’re actually trying to say, otherwise get ready to spend the next day explaining what you really meant.
  2. If you reference Melissa George in your message, you may be mistaken as the new president of the Melissa George fan club. This could be awkward if (apart from The Slap) you’ve never seen any of her work.
  3. Honest feedback is really good. It makes you tough, and it makes you learn what to do next time.
  4. Mindless name calling is weak and lacks validity, but it can still sting. No-one wants to be called a douche bag.

Over the past two days I’ve been told I should see a therapist, that I seek validation through my dry cleaner, and that I need to get over myself.

All of this from a post that was meant to be about running into people after not seeing them for years, and feeling the need to fill in the gaps. I know I didn’t write the post well, but I’m guessing that sympathizing with Melissa George is where I really went wrong (according to the same commenter, she’s a douche bag as well).

I’ve had time over the last few days to ask myself a few questions about why I do things. Why do I need to fill in the gaps? Why do I strike up conversations with the girl at the bakery, the guy at the petrol station and the women next to me in the supermarket? And then there’s the big questions. Why do I need to make a cup of tea to justify the two mint slices I’m about to eat?

Back to the original question though. Why can’t I run into someone without needing to do a quick rehash of the past twenty years?

Yesterday my mother bought a few items from a shopping centre in the city (the city of churches and serial killers). When she came home she told me about the woman behind the cash register, she was apparently very nice, she has paid forty thousand dollars for the foundation of her new house. Who knew that’s how much the foundation of a house cost these days? The woman needs a bigger house because she has three children and it looks like they’ll be home for awhile. One child has autism, one has other special needs, and one may be going to London but it looks like her mother in law may be moving in….I could go on.

Why do I need to fill in the gaps?

It’s hereditary.

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