Geese

i swear i was on geese before everyone!!!! i ‘discovered’ geese the spring before my first semester of college, when i was still rummaging around instagram posts to find a potential roommate (i never found a good one, and so i got stuck with two randos, one of which would slam his wooden drawers shut while searching for the da vinci code or something equivalent to that at 3 in the morning (sometimes i would lock him out of the room during that time, when he’d leave (and slam the door) to go and take a shower, because i’m petty like that) but he bought me a matcha latte one time, and even though i don’t like matcha, i finished it all just to show that i appreciated the gesture). during one of the final conversations i had with one potential roommate on instagram during this spring (he ended up ghosting me after this, as he did a bunch of other people from what i’ve heard (sometimes i see him in the dining halls and i get a little annoyed because like what did we all do to deserve the ghosting, and who are you to ghost us in the first place, right?), he mentioned geese and i put 3d country on my tower speakers and enjoyed what i heard and geese became my 9th most listened to artist ever, at least for now. now we’re here, and i jump around their discography, because it’s all pretty good (i mean, they’re critically acclaimed, and on this app too, of all places). yesterday was getting killed day, and it’s funny because i nearly did get killed while listening to this song. i cross roads on the crosswalk, and i gauge if the person barreling their car towards me has enough time to stop, and usually i’m right because i’m smart, and even in this scenario i was right because i’m smart, but this asshole decided to keep barreling towards me while grinning at me like some kind of cheshire cat that was going to run me over with his car and i wasn’t going to speed up to get to the other end of the crosswalk, because why should his daddy’s jeep matter more than me crossing the street, right?, and so i continued walking at my same pace, ready to get hit by a car and show this guy that this pedestrian is the boss because i’m petty like that, until his ABS kicked in right at the foot of the crosswalk and he stopped grinning. it would’ve been a funny way to get killed, getting hit by a car, because cars are one of my mortal enemies, but at the very least, i’d have gotten killed listening to the best song off of this album. i’m alright. thanks.