Rather than scurrying out of the way, the goose stalling in the middle of the Cousins Center driveway, directly in front of the Happy Honda, just gave me a profane look, haughtily saying, "If you don't look out, me and my friends will poop all over your car when you're not looking."
Great.
As if I hadn't encountered enough...how shall I put it...less than responsible drivers in the past 24 hours (including, but not exclusive to: stopping your car in the middle of an intersection at a yellow light, blatantly running a red light, buses pulling out directly in front of my car, going 15 mph in a 30, and passing me on the right via the shoulder when I was NOT turning any sort of direction) the pack of geese that are likely spray painting my car as we speak take the cake.
Where do these geese get off telling me where and when I can and can't drive?! Grrrrr!
As I was waiting for the two minute timer to ding on the microwave this morning during tea time (to soothe the road rage of course), I couldn't help but laugh at the similarities I suddenly saw between the goose and I. How stubborn he was when asked to move from his comfortable spot. His unwillingness to move. His defiance for the situation at hand. Today was about HIS plan. Not my plan (and likely the plans of all cars that would follow me).
As I've found in the course of falling in love with Seth, a popular saying I heard throughout my college years has been ringing true more and more.
Wanna make God laugh? Tell him your plans.
Just like that dang goose trying to tell me he wasn't going to move a single muscle. Only I didn't laugh. I cursed.
Wait...geese have muscles. Right?
It's easy to stay where things are comfortable and happy. In my initial commitment phobe stage, it would have been all too easy to run away from Seth screaming, "OH NO! You are a man and you are from Mars and I am from Venus and it's only a matter of time before you forget to put the lid down and break my heart!"
Laugh all you want. Considering I broke up with my first boyfriend because he liked baseball and I liked softball (or was it the other way around?) I wouldn't have put it past the Amy 8 months ago to break up with a guy that leaves the lid up.
I've had my heart broken enough times (although once was enough) to know that starting a new relationship can be anything but comfortable-- and happiness in the end is not always a guarantee. One of the most terrifying realizations on loving another human being hit me this spring-- when it comes to relationships, no one gets out alive. Every relationship, with the exception of our relationship with God, comes to an end. Whether from breaking up or fighting or losing touch or death, every single living person we have a relationship with today, at some point in our lives, will end.
Now if that's not enough to be stubborn and scream at the Big Man Upstairs, "You stop that right now! Everything has to stay exactly the way it is at this moment!" I'm not sure what is.
Luckily, when I announced to God way back when, when there was snow on the ground and businessmen were propositioning me on Catholic Match (long before I had gazed into the Southern Charmer's green eyes), that I would be staying single forever, he let out a nice long guffaw. Perhaps even snorted a few times.
Yeah Amy. Nice one. Now step a little to the right please, I've got some plans for you in that direction.
Now if only the geese would take their own steps to the right.
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