So I know everyone and their nan is waiting for the conclusion to the bird watching situation. But before we get to that, I've spent my whole life thinking Pix n Mix was Pick A Mix. I guess that doesn't really make as much sense as what it actually is. But I still feel like my whole world has been shattered. Pick N MIX? This whole time? Life is just too much sometimes.
So as for bird watching, at this point I think I might as well cave and give it a try. Well, I say that like I will actually give it a try, but I probably won't anytime soon. But my shame around it seems to be only mildly justified, and the encouragement I've had since is starting to make me feel like I'm in the closet or something. So, arguably being a bird watcher is less shameful to me than being a closeted bird watcher. That's just weird, how much longer can I continue on that path?
Man if this is how being a bird watchers feels, being actually gay must be a nightmare. You think all bird watchers go through this? Where they have to eventually realise and accept themselves? I know the answer is no, but it's funny to believe that it's yes. Man I'm an odd cookie, huh?