The Humble Rock Dove

I definitely notice that anyone who wants a conversation with me most of my life it’s usually 9/10 times just to talk at me, swaying something they seem to perceive in me a little bit. Usually the fun sort is to a mutual area of interest. These are the best conversations and I will absolutely be swayed to discussing and learning about your interest in a game, TV show, rock or fighter jet. The friction occurs when you’re clearly taking no interest in how I view life or why. There’s conversations you cannot have with me and they initially were over politics, which I have always deemed a farce and either involved with telling people how to think behave or act, which I’m not interested in doing. Last game of king of the sancastle was at age 11 or 12 or something. Then religion. Try it. Come at me with your best info and experiences. Armed to the teeth, defend yourself with knowledge on the history of your religion and HAVE THIS CONVERSATION WITH ME. But it must go two ways. You missed the point otherwise so I won’t miss you when I use my ability to walk out on some idiot poorly swinging a battleaxe around a room of people agreeing, there or not. And the latest one I’ve become against because the topic gets too deep and leads to the other two over time: drugs. So, always, those are your drugs. Not mine. I don’t want any anymore because of events linked to them that have left me without my own home for the first time. So always, your drugs. Do I have any? No, probably not, oh look what breed of bird is that?