The fight.

It was a fantastic day in Melbourne the other week. It was a sunny and work was quiet. I had got to leave early and spend my afternoon doing nothing. It was time to goto an urban exploration/light painting exhibition by some people I have never met off flickr. We have exchanged messages and information on places to go and explore. I didn’t know what they looked like at the time as they don’t show their face. Me on the other hand I don’t care I post photos of my face on flickr not my real name. 

I meet a friend in the city and we head off to the exhibition together. Once I got in there a tall big guy points to me and yells “MURDOCH”. That’s my alias on flickr. I look confused and he introduces himself as ‘blacklodge’ we had a 10 second chat when someone else come up and does the same thing “MURDOCH!!!” at this point I am loving the attention as they know my work and compliment me on it. at this point in time I have only had friends tell me that my photos were good. It’s not that i don’t trust my friends but i keep thinking of those people auditioning for the singing shows on TV. “my friends say that im a good singer so i thought i would give it a go” they sound like a cat that has been put in a blender.

This gave me the boost on confidence about the photos my mates and I take.

We call it a night and walk up one of the main streets in the city, as we are walking I see a face walking towards ‘kitten’ and I that I didn’t want to see ever again. It was my ex. My ex doesn’t live in the same city as me. He lives in a city up north. This was a shock to me as I really thought I could avoid seeing him again.

We make eye contact. He calls out my name and I keep walking and tell my friend to do the same. We continue walking for 5 seconds and then I hear my name being called out every second at almost a yelling volume. I turn around and tell him ‘I don’t want to deal with you now’

for fuck sake it was in the city center and it was a busy street. People were everywhere.

I turn around and walk away after telling him that I didn’t want to deal with him. He continues calling my name. I and look at him in the eyes and tell him that I’ll speak to him later. He doesn’t accept this and says something like “cant you even say hello to me?”

At this point I am in a ball of white-hot rage that will sink into depression in the next few days. I tell that I am with a friend and I’ll speak to him later. He says something like “I am sure your friend doesn’t mind us talking,” I tell him that I don’t want to talk. This white-hot rage that I am talking about manifests itself and I have no recollection of what transpired over the next 20 seconds or so. It’s a blank but I do remember that people were looking at us as they were walking by. I walk off fed up with his shit. I apologise to my friend ‘kitten’ and she says that’s ok we all have Ex’s.

Dickhead Ex calls me on my phone 4 times with in the first 5 mins after walking off on him. I had every intention on talking to him alter on that night but after the scene he pulled in MY FUCKING CITY I couldn’t be bothered hearing his voice again or any sort of communication with him at all. I felt so sorry for my friend to witness to queens having an argument in the street. She didn’t seem to mind but it must have been so awkward for her. Later on that night I get and abusive text from him.

That weekend was a stay at home weekend and not shower but all is well now.

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