birdy num-num

Today was the longest day in the history of days.. I walked into the office and from the time i put my bag down, i was stuck with work. It was horrible. By the time it was about 5pm or so, my eyes were glazing over and i was gazing outside the thick-glassed window, at the diffused sun. And then i saw a bird.

I think i must have followed it for about 15 mins.. what a bird it was.

It was not one of those shitty pigeons, those fools don't deserve wings, they mostly just sit on wires or waddle through some scum-filled puddle on the road. Stupid waste-of-bird- flesh creatures.

It's not like I go around killing them or anything, I just think that if you are given to fly then you should do it as much as possible, unlike these bird-brains who rather walk like Egyptians on some balcony of some obscure building.. Any way, enough pigeon-bashing (stupid pigeons!!)

Anyway, this bird i was watching must have been a Kite or an Eagle or something, it was quite a distance away. It was on some kind of trip though... up and down and then it did this little jerky thing mid-flight and then some random flying to no where.. fun bird. So after about fifteen minutes of going crazy, it perched itself on the top-most branch of a tree and watched the sunset.

There i was sitting in the office, pretending to think about some vague offer ad, when all i wanted to do was become a bird and fly away...

What a life, i thought. If i was a bird i would fly all over the place.. imagine the scope!! But if i was a bird i would not know the magnificence of my abilities. And therefore i would never enjoy the flying as much, because i would have so much time to fly, it would be the only thing i needed to do. And since I am a bird, i have little to do besides nesting and flying. So it would not be as much of a release as i think it is now. But if as a bird i had an ability of picking the car I wanted to 'ruin' each day, then that would be cool. Although those decisions would, in reality, be made purely by random choices and not like a personal vendetta, cause as a bird i would not have any personal relationships to develop any vendettas...

Thankfully, some guy with coffee snapped me out of this birdy num-num numbing train of thought.

Stay tuned folks, next week... 'If I was a dung-beetle'