Death & Birds

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Determine how scared of death you are

Submitted: September 29, 2019

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Are you annoyed by dust? How much does a sweaty and sticky skin bother you? Would you prefer being called a perfectionist while doing everyday tasks? Cool.

I relate dust, dirt and imperfections to the concept of decay, and decay to the concept of death. Perfectly clean shoes on a rack are covered with this furrish layer of dust within a week of you being away. Would it be fair to say that dust is an indirect reminder of our inevitable mortality? And the cleanest people are the people most scared of death, constantly getting rid of these reminders saying “Yo, you’ll be gone someday and we’re gonna take over all your shit :) ”. Find this interesting art experiment - From Dust to Dust by Debbie Ding.

My weekend includes at least half a day of intense cleaning of bird shit at hidden spots in my room, cleaning the bird cage, the birds themselves, doing laundry, cleaning myself, and if I feel cute – a little bit of the rest of the house. Such a huge part of our life goes away just trying to maintain it, maintenance of a certain lifestyle. If you’re lucky, that maintenance will bring you some joy which means your feeeeeling life right now. Maintenance includes food, toilet things, chores and all that too – survival necessities which are supposed to be the boring part. It gets so boring for some they hire people to do most of it for them – maids. Understandable if you’re really into your priorities which are something else in the moment.

I would too if I could, but recently I’ve been too in love with one of the birds that I have - Cheecha. I feel that he acknowledges the efforts I put in to enhance his life. It took me a while to get him to understand that I mean no harm, but it’s been beautiful since he did. It’s heartwarming to gain the trust of something so delicate that you need to be extra careful even while giving it love. Even more beautiful to see him surrender and give in to let me caress his straw-like neck where a small force could result in an instant kill. Cheecha makes me feel like I still have some hint of emotion in my coldass personality. And that no matter how cold someone seems, they need to fulfill a level of being accepted by something/ someone for emotional stability. Since I started my internship I’ve been away from about 8am to 7.30pm everyday, and Cheecha is supposed to be home alone everyday. So I ended up getting Chonga from someone leaving the country, just to give Cheecha some company when I am not around. Soon as I introduced Chonga to the cage, Cheech was furious and started snapping. Luckily Chonga is small and really fast so not that easy to catch hold of. Sadly, he’s really scared so even I can’t get a hold of him, someday though. Chonga’s so small he slides through the grills of the cage too, basically it isn’t a cage for him. But he goes inside every now and then, he feels safe inside, and the food and water is inside. Yes my windows are always closed.

But it’s been an experience co-existing with these serial poop droppers aka roommates now. A reason to be home more often, another reason to look forward to my weekends and another reason to escape socializing invites. This comes at the price of cleaning green-white stains which harden to a metal form in 30 mins, so hard they seem welded to the surface and need to be scraped with something metal. Yeah that’s what I do. But it doesn’t bother me that bad. So I guess I’m not that scared of death.


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