Joel Edgerton has directed a movie and now he wants to give you a notebook.
The movie is The Gift, it stars Jason Bateman, Rebecca Hall, and Edgerton himself, and it is now showing in cinemas. We haven’t seen it yet, but according to the production notes it’s about a married couple (Bateman and Hall) who run into an old high school acquaintance (Edgerton) of the husband’s, who starts sending them gifts and alluding to something that happened in the past. Critics have compared it to Hitchcock, which works for us because we love movies that mess with your head.
Joel Edgerton—fine, his distributors—sent us three The Gift notebooks, which we will give to three readers who answer this question: Were you nice to everyone in your past? Don’t hesitate to furnish lurid details!
Post your answers in Comments.
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Thanks antiquaryanne and leeflailmarch! Send your mailing addresses to saffron.safin@gmail.com so we can send you your notebooks.
There’s one notebook left, if anyone else has a story about having personally mistreated anyone in the past.
Answers to questions you might be asking, unless you wandered onto this site purely by accident >>>
August 20th, 2015 at 12:58
I try to be as nice to everyone as I possibly can, even those who who don’t deserve the treatment, such as fellow commuters stepping on my shoes and not caring to say sorry, and really, really unprofessional colleagues. But no, I haven’t been nice to everyone in my past. I may have stepped on fellow commuters’ shoes once or twice to avenge my white nursing loafers, at the very least.
August 21st, 2015 at 10:51
Isa akong bruhang bata noon. Naghasik ako ng lagim sa kinder.
May kaklase akong mahilig magtaas ng paa sa likod ng aking upuan at nang hindi siya nakuha sa pakiusap, nagtasa ako ng jumbo pencil at tinusok-tusok ang tuhod niya hanggang sa binaba niya ang kanyang paa habang umiiyak. Kinutusan ako ng guro dahil dito.
May kampon din ako noong kinder. Inutusan ko silang sabunutan ang mga kinaiinisan kong kaklase. Hindi ako kinutusan ng guro dahil dito. Ang nagawa na lang niya ay bumuntong-hininga.
August 22nd, 2015 at 13:13
No I haven’t. Mahirap maging mabait sa mga taong inconsiderate. Yung mga hindi tumatayo sa tamang side ng escalator , yung mga hindi gumagamit ng signal pag magpapalit ng lane sa kalsada, sa mga sumisingit sa EDSA pero 10-wheeler ang dala nila, yung mga hindi marunong pumila sa pagsakay sa elevator. Mahirap maging mabait kasi wala silang pakialam. We all want to turn the other cheek , but then again, nobody really cares. So I push myself in on escalators, blow my horn the hardest when in EDSA. I still fall in line when riding the elevators, though.
August 22nd, 2015 at 15:29
When I was a little girl, an uncle baby-sat me and my sister when our parents were away. I hid some of his stuff as a prank and played deaf when he called me for help with my baby sister.
In sixth grade, I made fun of my best friend behind her back.
In high school, I broke up with my sweetheart for no apparent reason.
Before college graduation, I refused to forgive a friend who took advantage of me. The apology was sincere, but all I felt was hate. Tears flowed.
A year ago, I bumped a friend off a schedule just because I can. He had to skip his holiday abroad because of that.
I’m a horrible person.
August 24th, 2015 at 10:34
A friend once told me I wasn’t a nice person and I just then realized it was true! I’m not nice, but I try to be a good person and there’s a huge difference between the two.
August 24th, 2015 at 13:17
When I was working in a manufacturing firm I had this colleague who was envious of my achievements in our department’s laboratory. I was the team leader then. Every time I delegate an important assignment to him he will do his best to delay the report of the output sometimes putting me in the position of facing the big bosses with only a half-baked report to furnish. Then I would also learn that he would say unkind words about me behind my back whenever I was away in a meeting, ranting loudly in our small laboratory to my other colleagues who have no choice but to listen to him.
I was not really good at confrontations. I engaged him in the most professional and diplomatic way I could during office hours. One day I’ve had enough of being nice. Usually I would stay 1 to 2 hours more in the laboratory-office after the regular hours with a few other staffs who are busy in other areas of the room. I checked our chemical cabinet and picked a lead-based powder compound. Making sure that no-one has an idea of what I was about to do, I put on the protective gloves and chemical dust mask. I dipped my fingers into the chemical container for a few pinches of the powder. With an evil grin hiding under the mask, I casually sprinkled the dust-like material on his office desk, and fabric covered chair, spreading it thin to make it appear like natural dust. In the morning I would observe his first activity in the office. Sometimes he unsuspectingly dusts off his desk but most of the time he doesn’t even mind it, inhaling most of it in the process and getting his skin and clothing exposed to it. The immediate effect of the “dust” is only minimal irritation to almost nothing. I’ve read of the long-term effects upon repeated exposure and said to myself I’m willing to wait. I did it a few more times until I felt satisfied with an unexplained internal peace.
I don’t see nor hear of this person anymore. But I wonder.