Around a week ago after I finished my daily lessons, I was waiting the bus as usual. Everything was fine, the sky was blue and clear and the birbs were singing. And while I was waiting without any stress, I was reading my new book "Norwegian Wood" by Haruki Murakami, which arrived the day before that day, and listening some chill music. Everything was just fine.
WAY TOO FINE.
Suddendly a pigeon layed down on a balcony of a building that was right behind me, and it shitted.
Right. on. my. fucking. book.
I believe you can imagine how I was feeling.
Yes, all the relax I was having disappeared completely. Everyone that was near (people I knew) laughed, even my professor that was there too did. And I was just there, making a smile that was obviosly saying "haha I want to die". Then, of course, I swore a lot, screaming internally "
THERE IS NO GOD".
The reaction? It was like this:
After this experience, I made a promise: everytime I see pigeon, I'll make its life hell until he fucks off, if he doesn't go away from that area I'll kill it.
I like birbs tho, a lot. But pigeons are just on my next-cooking list rn, no matter what.