posted June 12, 2025 – 3:07 PM
this is not a metaphor. this is not a drill. this is a pigeon-related trauma post.
so there i was. minding my business. walking down the street eating a perfectly mid sandwich (no offense to whoever invented plain tuna, but also… what was the reason??). anyway, i’m chewing in peace, vibing to music, probably looking mysterious and hot in a “she’s definitely overthinking something dumb” kind of way—
—and then BOOM.
a demon bird (disguised as a common pigeon) dive-bombs my head like it owed me rent money. not a lil flutter. not a friendly flap. it was WAR. this bird had BEEF. i ducked, screamed (with full vocals), and spun.
some old lady across the road clapped. i don’t know if it was supportive or sarcastic. i will be unpacking that for the rest of my life.
anyway. moral of the story:
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pigeons have no god.
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i will be seeking revenge.
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i now identify as “flight-adjacent.”
also if anyone knows how to banish birds with vibes or crystals, hmu.
thanks for coming to my TED Talk.
— R, pigeon survivor 🕊️💥
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Javier
O.M.G. I'm going to find that demon bird and cook it for my dogs. Jk! But all seriousness 1 would've been sh!tying myself.
LMFAOOO
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