i feel that way sometimes. one time i was tracking a little group of 5 deer (2 female, one male, and two 5-month-old fawns), and i had lost them. i said “shit.” and somebody said “what’s wrong?” to which i replied “i lost the deer i was tracking.” “hmmm.” said the voice sympathetically. “yes, that will happen sometimes. no matter.” i then realized that somebody was talking to me when i shouldn’t be talking to people nobody knew about my secret place in the woods. “wait.” i said turning around. it was a bird. “yes?” the bird cocked his head. it was a cardinal. my patron bird. “is something the matter?” “yes,” i said, “you’re a talking bird.” the bird twitched his feathers. “is that a problem?” i shook my head. “no, i just was surprised. ive never seen a talking bird before.” “well, now you have. but im here for a very special reason.” “what reason is that?” “Extremely special. but, before i tell you, I must tell you my name.” “my name is Red.” dun dun dunnnnnnnnn its actually a story I’m writing so tune in for more soon