I often lay in bed thinking about all the things I need to write. But not wanting to get up and actually do it, it often doesn’t get said. So this is a rare moment. I’m awake. I have something to write about.

I’m watching So you Think You can Dance (or SYTYCD…like that made it easier to say right!?) I’m big on all of those kinds of shows. I don’t know why. I do know it started with the very first Australian Big brother, way back in 2001. Back then though, I was very very depressed. And living with my Dad. I hadn’t left the house or got out of bed for days and I was very alone. And Big Brother got me out somehow.

That’s besides the point though.

Years ago there was a singing contest show thing for girls…to start a girl band called Bardot. I think I was about 21-22 years old.

I remember watching that thing hoping that I would see someone I knew make an idiot of themselves in the trials. I DID. She sucked. Big time. I can say that without feeling too bad about it. She was the one girl in school that knew how to push all my buttons. You can find out more about her in this post…she was the absolute leader of the pack.

Anyway, getting right to the point. I’ve just had an epiphany. A light bulb moment.

I keep watching these shows hoping that I might see someone I know make a dick of themselves in front of the nation.

But I’m THIRTY ONE YEARS OLD. And “they” are 31 years old…and getting far too old to even cut it in the world of SYTYCD and Australian Idol.

I guess then, I have no more real reason to watch those shows?