a flying phobia.

there is a rather interesting fact about me that few of you know:


I have an irrational fear of birds pooping on me.



I do.

I mean, I don't mind birds in general. in fact, I love them when they sing, and when they are quite poetically sitting on telephone wires in bunches.
I do hate pigeons in cities, though. they just seem so likely to poop on me.



ANYWAY, this morning I was walking to school and there was a lone bird sitting on the telephone wire above me. I walked to the other side of the street so that I wouldn't walk underneath it, for fear that it would poop on me. I was kinda laughing at myself, knowing that I was being completely irrational and silly.

SO, after I walked up the street and got to a crosswalk, I pushed the pedestrian button. I was standing there waiting for it to change when i see something drop SIX inches in front of my face. below me there is a white splat on a rock right next to my foot. when I lifted up my eyes, lo and behold, I observed a smug little bird, hopping around on the wires above with obvious disappointment.


I suppose that my fear is not so irrational after all.