Thursday, May 22, 2014

An Early Life Lesson

This is one is going to be a little bendy before I get to my point…

As I was walking to the subway today, I noticed the pigeons.  I should say, I see them every day, but I seldom give them much thought, other than how much PittGirl would hate to have to walk this route every day.

Today, I thought back to a time when I was fascinated by pigeons.  See, I was in London…

When I was in junior high, I took a class trip to Paris and London, over spring break.  (And I really ought to do a post on that, some time.)  For this trip, it was the first time I had my own camera.  It was a crappy little 110-Instamatic.  Not that it matters, but it looked like this:

You had to use those 4-sided flash cubes with it.  (Not pictured.)

Anyway, there I was, ambling around the streets of London… I forget where the rest of my crew was.  But I came upon this bunch of pigeons on the sidewalk, by a fountain.  As a kid that rarely spent time in a city, I don’t think I’d ever seen pigeons before.  What I couldn’t get over is how close you can get to them.

My only experience with birds were the usual, garden-variety backyard birds… robins, jays, sparrows, cardinals, etc.  And none of them let you get anywhere near them.

But these pigeons, they were completely ambivalent about my presence among them.  So I did what any budding photographer would do… I took pictures.

I was standing there in London freakin’ England, surrounded by famous landmarks, classic architecture, and statues of famous dead people, and I’m shooting a roll of film on fuckin’ pigeons.  Ha!

To be fair, I also shot a ton of pictures of the ducks and swans on the river behind Ann Hathaway’s house.  (Shakespeare’s wife, not Catwoman.)  I spent an inordinate amount of time baiting a swan into snapping at me, to try to get an “action shot.”

But my point was, I thought it was so cool to see real “wild” birds up close, (as opposed to parakeets and canarys, like my Grandma had), and that’s what I was reminded of as I saw today’s pigeons.  (Yes, I stopped taking pictures of the pigeons long ago.)

But that thought reminded me of a story I’ve been meaning to put on my “Blog Idea List,” but never remember at a time when I have access to my list.  (I swear, I have the useful memory of a goldfish any more.)

Back when I was very young, about first grade, it was the birds that taught me a life lesson about girls.  I just didn’t know it at the time.

When we still lived in Pittsburgh, there was a little girl about my age, who lived across the alley behind our yard.  We used to get together and play, every so often.  I think her name was Linda.  I believe she had a brother named John-John, which I thought was completely ridiculous.  I was 5, what did I know from the Kennedys?

Anyway, one evening we were playing on the swings in our back yard when she came up with a really fun activity for us.  She wanted to torment another girl, a younger neighbor of ours, and this was her plan to do so:

We’re going to sneak up on some birds when they land in your yard, and then kill them and take their guts out.  Then we’re going to sneak into (the neighbor girl’s) house and put them all over her room!

I was like, [blink]… [blink]… “Um, what?

I believe that was my first-grade equivalent of “WTF is the matter with you?

Then, in an exchange that would repeat itself throughout the rest of my life, I tried to use reason and logic to get her to give up this psychotic idea.  (I really just wanted to go back to playing on the swings.)

I said, “But if birds can hear the worms underground, (which, duh, how else do they know where the worms are?), they’re going to hear us coming and fly away.”

She glared at me like she was considering using MY guts, and said sharply, “We’ll.  Be.  Quiet!

Well, knowing there was no way we were going to catch any birds, I went along with her little scheme.  The next half hour consisted of us slowly trying to tiptoe up to a bird and it flying off whenever we got within 15 feet of it.

I said, “See?

She said, “You’re being too noisy.”

I should have known right then that I’d be better off just running away to a monastery or something, because these girls were going to be trouble.  They just weren’t wired the same way as boys.

It’s good that we moved away from that house when I was 6, so I was never tempted to go out with her and try to “fix” her.  I never knew how the girl turned out.  I can probably assume that she’s either living in a 2-room shack, making some dude miserable, or is under heavy quarantine at the local women’s prison.

5 comments:

  1. Just noticed this: "You are a Reality-Based Intellectualist, also known as the liberal elite. You are a proud member of what’s known as the reality-based community, where science, reason, and non-Jesus-based thought reign supreme."
    Question. You honestly propose that a male who brags of being "liberal" is "reality-based?" Dude. Another question. Explain how when one understands the universe's evolution, and gets the "survival-of-the-fittest" theory...THAT'S the guy who believes (religiously) in "equality" and universally equal OUTCOME'S??!! Furthermore, which part of government restriction and regulation snuffing your personal FREEDOM do you actually LIKE?? (Did you get your ass kicked in dodgeball ALWAYS)??!! Dude!

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    1. Dude! You make an awful lot of assumptions based on nothing but the results of a glorified questionnaire! Dude! It makes a philosophical difference if one is a male or female liberal? And somehow a liberal point of view isn't reality, especially when it comes to the magical thinking coming from the right? Sounds like someone's had a bit too much wine at a French internet cafe.

      Dude! In what part of this childhood story, or anything else I wrote, do I get into universally equal outcomes? Or the universe's evolution? Or anything you're ranting about? Seriously, dude. I don't believe in anything "religiously."

      Oh, and congratulations on the false equivalency... you almost manage to make it sound like regulations are completely inconsistent with freedoms. I mean, every law ever made is some kind of regulation. And we tried rolling back corporate regulation in the 2000s. When left to their own devices, big business will steamroll everyone else into oblivion. Case in point: the Recession of 2007-09. People lost their life's savings, because of unfettered business activity. Yay freedom!

      If you're going to supply my side of the argument, AND yours, why not just leave me out of it, and go sell your bullshit elsewhere, like someplace where they enjoy anonymous internet trolls. Dude.

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  2. Um, how creepy is that girl? What 6-year-old child wants to murder birds and spread their entrails in some other little girl's room? I am totally freaked out about that. Girl or boy, that's just plain sociopath behavior right there. As a little girl, I'm pretty sure the only reason any little girl would have wanted to capture a bird is to snuggle it and have it as a pet, or dress it up in some ridiculous outfit. Or possibly carry a message. Murder and Godfather style intimidation? That's just crazy and not at all typical of little girl behavior.

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    1. Finally! Someone with a relevant comment on this post!

      Yeah, I didn’t think much about it at the time, but later I was like, “Who thinks up that kind of stuff?” Little boys can do some sick things too, but I wouldn’t have come up with something like that in a million years, with birds or any other animal.

      She must have reeeally disliked the other little girl.

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