College started again from today. Not offline, in case you were wondering. Oh, no. That would have been too much happiness for us students. Thus, we are attending online classes for yet another semester, amid spikes in COVID-19 cases. Frankly, those spikes have stopped seeming like statistics now. They're like actual spikes sticking out of my seat now- and I really don't appreciate that.
To sum up, I have now been in an official long-distance relationship with my education for over a year and it's been absolutely horrible. For starters, I know how my classmates text, but not what they look like in person. One thing, however, will be fun to see. Deprived of stickers in actual conversations, how will they talk?
There have been enough sticker wars on our Whatsapp groups for us to know who's got the deadliest arsenal. What we don't know yet is how that will translate to physical conversations. Barney Stinson stickers are always fun to read in texts, but how will people recreate them in real-life convos? Truth be told, I'm just waiting for these moments. The image below ought to capture my enthusiasm, should the written word prove to be inadequate.
Anyways, I went out for a walk today and something really piqued my interest. You know how people are always saying that sparrows are gradually disappearing? Well, they're still around in my locality. Since it's cold, they spend most of their time puffed up and half-asleep, but every so often they'll just start flitting from branch to branch before another self-appointed rest.
What got me thinking was their precision. Not in building nests, mind you. How do they manage to make sure that their droppings fall on a person's head when they least expect it? Or when the person is in a hurry? Somehow, their droppings go unnoticed on cars, but that doesn't mean they don't do it.
The biggest nuisance in this respect are crows and pigeons. Crows have the short end of the stick; their general appearance does not allow any kind of leeway, so to speak. Pigeons are a menace, no doubt, but their general appearance is just too unsuspecting and good-natured to get angry with. None of this helps, however, when I have to wash the car or scooty at 6 o'clock on a cold winter morning. At that point, given the opportunity, I'd just turn the hose on all the birds that are roosting nearby.
You know what the funny part is? Life's like these birds. When you least expect it, bombs get dropped on you which are difficult to ignore. Nevertheless, you have to get them away without thinking too much. Then again, sometimes they'll just leave you be, no matter how big a target you present. When that happens, you're just happy. Inexplicably, just happy.
Well, I suppose that's enough for today. Stay safe, everyone, and have a great time! Adios!
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