Steph has quite often commented on me being
potentially emotionally stunted.
Elaborate on that part. She’s like,
I’ve never really seen you cry.
Hmm. Like except for hectic situations, obviously.
Yeah. Of life when it gets in the way.
Have you ever experienced hungover fragility?
Cause I laughed at how fragile I must be right now
without real realising it.
I’m sitting on the couch. I got the telly going,
but I’m watching YouTube. I just like multiple sources of sounds.
It’s odd, but sure.
It’s just, the telly is low,
but it’s like, I like having it on just to set the scene.
But I’ll usually just go watch you. What?
Youtubes or TikToks or whatever.
Kathy Freeman pops up on me phone on the screen in her suit.
2000, 2000 Olympics.
She’s about to run the 400.
Little bit of inspiring music.
Hmm. Starts to play on the back of it.
It’ll get anyone. I’m a lewd.
I’m now intrigued. I’m watching Kathy.
I’m ready to.
I’m ready to partake in a little bit of Australian nostalgia,
a bit of Aussie greatness.
Watch the race gets down to the final. Hannah,
Kathy’s crushing it. Music’s hitting.
I immediately well up.
Huh? My eyes well up.
You’re ready for some tears.
I literally, my eyes well up
and I was just like watching this thing,
enamored by it. And I was like,
fuckin hell. And then I was like,
what the, what the fuck?
And then I started pissing. Myself,
I’m like, oh buddy,
you’re in a, you’re not,
you’re in a bad, you’re fragile.
Yeah, ha ha.