Pigeons on my balcony are cooing incessantly; it is extremely distracting, and I don’t need any more distractions than I already have. I tried to shoo them away, but they are not afraid of me in the least. It is very disconcerting realisation – what is becoming of me that even pigeons are not afraid of me anymore? I remember times when I could scare away anyone I wanted. And I wanted boys.
(I am not sure what I wanted to say – I blame pigeons for it. Distracting!!!)
(I am not sure what I wanted to say – I blame pigeons for it. Distracting!!!)