right now, im sitting in the cafeteria. there is a window on one wall, and directly outside it is one canadian goose. ONE. not a flock, one. he’s been here for days, and i have not seen any more than just him. As i type, he is looking in the window, presumably at his reflection. he tries to touch it with his beak, but just hits the glass. poor guy. hes all alone. no one like him. sometimes i feel like that. A lonely goose, seperated from its flock, alone in a world of college students and rain, looking for somone like himself. I search reflections of the world, looking, NEEDING, someone like me. and when i finally think ive found one, i reach out to touch it, only to hurt myself my smashing against the cold, hard glass. Alas, its just a reflection once again.
Everyone has a peer group. It just takes awhile, sometimes, to find it. Especially when your preferred type of person isn’t mainstream. Those folk aren’t easy to spot.
You’ve got us, FWIW… Hope that’s not too lame an assurance.
I live in the Midwest, and a few weeks ago I saw a lone Canadian goose flying North. He was honking his little heart out the whole time he passed by. I think he landed at the pond across the road where a lot of passing flocks take a rest.
Perhaps it’s the same one, or perhaps not… but I felt some admiration for the goose I saw. He was carrying on despite the disadvantages of being alone in his travels. I even halfway fancied that his constant honking was a pep-talk to himself, like he was rooting himself on, “Yeah, yeah, I’m doing it! I’m going to get there, flock or no flock!”
Sometimes perspective is everything. I hope you find what you need.
It’s a pet peeve of mine, but:
They are Canada geese, not Canadian geese.
Please refrain from leaving turds the size of Polish sausages on my lawn.
Thank you.
Would the converse be OK?
Leaving lawns the size of turds on my polish sausage?
Mine too. I think I’m in love.
Bwa ha ha! Nurse Carmen! Whoo boy, that was a good one.
Actually, i have a wonderful group of friends, that i wouldnt trade for anything in the world. There just really was a goose out there, and it got me thinking a lot. over thinking is never good. It started me thinking how fake most people are. From preppies to goths to jocks, theyre all liars. I and my group of friends… we dont fit into ANY group. and im happy with that. The post was actually about finding someone thats right for me, a girlfriend if you will. i dont have the greatest luck with them. by the way, if you are a female in South East Michigan between the ages of 16 and 20, let me know. 
The thread title is making me visualize a vignette in black velvet…perhaps outside a pool hall where shadowy canine figures may be seen within.
Or maybe the goose has sad clown makeup on and is looking wistfully at a big red balloon floating to freedom.