Parrot to Manipulator...

 

   Hello Fam,

   I hope you guys are doing great. So yesterday I wrote a blog but I forgot to publish it so here I am, I keep my word. I have a lot to tell you guys but I wanted this blog to be specifically on one thing. The thing that's been getting on my nerves a lot lately. Its my parrot and yes you read it right 😐. Who knew a sweet angelic thing could turn to a bittersweet monstrosity. Now let me tell you...

   Charlie, is living proof that the smallest creatures can have the biggest egos 😏. On the outside, he’s a picture of innocence, a little angel perched on his perch, chirping sweetly and giving those innocent eyes that could make even a stone statue feel guilty. You know the look, like he’s about to serenade you with “Talk Like an Angel”, sitting there all calm and composed as if he’s some sort of holy being sent to bless our home 😇. He has this whole act down, especially when my mother’s around. He’ll perch proudly on her shoulder, as if he’s the king of the castle. If there were a crown, he’d wear it. If there were a throne, he’d sit on it, his little beak held high 😒.


    But here's the twist: the moment my mom leaves the room, my parrot turns into something else. I’m talking full villain mode. One minute, he’s all angelic and sweet, the next minute, he’s yelling at me from across the room like a tiny feathered tyrant 😈. It’s as if he’s got some kind of personal vendetta against me, specifically. He’ll start squawking, flapping his wings like he’s about to take flight and rip my face out of my pretty little head, and if that’s not enough, he’ll bite me. Oh yes, you heard that right, my own parrot, my supposed companion, bites me 😔. It’s not a playful nibble either; this is a full-on attack. I’m just trying to walk by, and bam, there’s a beak sinking into my skin like he’s trying to put me in my place.

   And I’m not alone in this, he has this whole manipulation game down to a science. If I’m having a snack or a meal, there’s no such thing as “personal space” in my world anymore 😅. He’ll swoop in, and swipe my food with a single well timed beak strike. And it’s not like he’s picky either, anything and everything is fair game. My pizza? Gone. That sandwich I was saving for lunch? History 😒. He’s like a feathered food critic, only he doesn’t care about quality—he just cares about quantity 😏.


    But the worst part? The moment my mom returns to the room, it's like he’s playing a totally different role. Suddenly, the villain becomes the victim 🤯. He hops onto her shoulder, chirping softly, acting like he’s been wronged. He’ll even do this weird thing where he mimics a little baby cry, like he’s trying to pull at her heartstrings, all while eyeing me suspiciously. And here’s where it gets real manipulative. He’ll point his little beak straight at me like I’m the one who’s been misbehaving 😅. That’s right, he starts accusing me of being the bad guy. "Mom, Winter's the one who started it!" It’s like he’s running a constant campaign of misinformation to make me look like the villain, and somehow, it works. My mom buys it every time.

   This little bird, I swear, he thinks he’s the ruler of the house. And the truth is, he kind of is. I don’t make the rules here, he does. Everything in this house exists on his terms: eat, sleep, bite, repeat. It’s as if he’s living in some kind of loop where his sole purpose in life is to torment me, chew on my stuff, and make everything in his path a little mo chaotic 😂. Take my shoes, for example. They used to be nice. Now, they’re barely two flaps of leather, held together by the finest thread. Thread that my parrot decided to spare and have mercy on just to keep my shoes from disintegrating completely 😐. He’s out here living his best life, destroying everything in sight, from my shoes to my bed, to every single piece of furniture that dares to exist within his reach.


    But it’s not just the physical destruction that gets to me. No, it’s the psychological warfare. The way he acts like he owns everything. His mind is basically a series of thoughts revolving around food and tormenting Winter. That’s it 😈. His whole world is centered on two facts: he’s choosy with food (because why not?) and, for some reason, he gravely hates me—Winter. It’s like I’m some sort of ancient rival he must continually battle. Maybe in another life he was the pharoah and I was the peasant but bro... "Another life" means something. And yet, no matter what I do, he always manages to win. I can’t help but wonder if he’s plotting something bigger, a coup, an uprising. He’s already conquered the living room. What’s next?

   So yeah, my parrot’s an absolute menace. But despite all the biting, the chaos, and the constant manipulation, I can’t help but admire his confidence 😏. The little guy knows how to play the game, and I guess that’s why he’s always one step ahead 😎.

   In the end, it’s his world, and I’m just living in it. And as much as I hate him sometimes (okay, all of the time), there’s no denying it. He’s got me wrapped around his tiny little talon. Now don't you go on and tell me, Winter hes just a parrot, parrots do that. I'd like you guys to meet him once, believe me I thought that myself but now I question my own sanity and him, like gosh... Are you a parrot? 😕 


    I'd write more but times running and I have to go. Besides that little devil is going to book a whole show telling my mother how cruel I am and I HAVE to stop him before anything like that happens. Don't forget to comment on my blog and share it with friends and family 👀, it really helps support me. Love you 💙💜 all byeee!! ✌✌✌



      (Winter has left the chat..)


 

Comments

  1. I admire you for still being here but in case you wont be here for long I present my Salute to you...

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  2. This feels like that one lyric of the Gracie Abram song "Thats my life, thats my life" I wish you best of luck for coping lol

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  3. I have a parrot too, Paulie, he's a green parrot and he's even more wreckless and to my misfortune, hes mostly with us when im studying math with my mom, so hes learned the phrase, 'YOU SON OF A GUN-' or he could go like 'Its not that hard you idiot...' Yeah, sucks to suck

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  4. My Cat's like that tbh
    Also I don't think we are going to get another blog soon..

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    1. fr fr, its been more than a week ig, I wonder if she is okay

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    2. I come to this website like everyday, n yeah not sure we are going to get a blog. I emailed her though, she said she was planning to upload Monday

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  5. No blooooog, its been so looooong

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    1. I agree, maybe Charlie killed her

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