G'day, everybody. Sorry I missed you all last week but I was a tad under the weather. It took me about a week to recover too. But I'm back to my usual chipper self, ready too to tell you about why I wrote the seventeenth story in Aberrant Selected. The story is entitled, Probably Dishonest, and is the tale of a delusional obsession that I had, back when I was homeless for five years. Basically, back then, I had become convinced that the pigeons, Myna birds, crows, and other such birds one sees hanging around the city had become my particular enemies. The were all, in fact, each one of them, my dreadful nemesis. Why I became convinced of this obvious falsity is unknown. Maybe I was jealous of the fact that the birds got food and shelter so easily. They didn't have to work, didn't have to apply for welfare. They always had someone to chirp with. All in all, those birds were having such a fantastic time just to spite me in my homelessness. Typical.
The story was very fun to write, one the the best to write from the collection, and I was bemused at myself while creating the tale that I had taken such an irrational dislike to these birds for irrational reasons. Writing the tale also highlighted the fact that where I am now, in safe housing, with a full pantry, clean water, and cleaning facilities, is very precious. This has further reinforced the fact that I will never choose again, either completely or partially, to return to that destitution. You too, I hope, will enjoy the story's irony.
