I have 3 birds at home (periquits I guess), whom I have named Blue Jay, Jasmine and Flacco. I sometimes take them out and play around with them (my little sister love them), they have become acostumed to me and usually ride on my hand or shoulder from time to time. I talk to them and they usually shirps right back at me or they get real puffed and chrip real fast when they get mad. I feel like such 6 year old playing and talking to little birds.
If you read this I am sorry to say that you just lost 5 seconds of your life that you wont be getting back.*
They hate it but I find it pleasurable and comforting.
I wish i could witness something like this
Originally Posted by Synarch
I call it ENFP crazy eyes.
"Love is not a product of reasonings and statistics. It just comes--none knows whence--and cannot explain itself." -Mark Twain, Eve's Diary
"Laughter which cannot be suppressed is catching. Sooner or later it washes away our defences, and undermines our dignity, and we join in it -- ashamed of our weakness, and embittered against the cause of its exposure, but no matter, we have to join in, there is no help for it." Mark Twain
I engage in heated discussions, but usually only about topics I don't really even care about, or that are completely irrelevent to anything. There are numerous examples on this forum, but real life ones include if rap is true music (it is!). It's absolutely rediculous because I don't even enjoy it, but I get suckered into it at least half the time the opportunity arises.