Claustrophobic Geese

From time to time I find myself pondering life's more difficult questions; not the simple questions like "is there a God" or "where did we come from," but much more in-depth questions that can make a person weary from thought. To better illustrate, I will offer some samples:

• "Can a blind person suffer from claustrophobia?" -- Really, if you can't see your surroundings, are you aware enough of them to understand that they're invading your personal space?
• "What's the difference between coincidence and irony?" -- Sure, we can all read and understand the definitions of the words (well, maybe not all of us... some of us do live in Indiana...), but in real life, do we really know the difference. Can there be an ironic coincidence? How about coincidental irony? Sounds a bit suspect to me.
• "What does a person say when driving a car after realizing she's about to be hit by a large passenger jet rolling into the street?" -- "Oh shit!" comes to mind, but the more humorous observation of the situation would be of the passenger's response, harshly interrupted from reading a book or newspaper.
• "Why is it that the older a person gets, the more he notices that geese, and ducks to some extent, really have no idea where the hell 'South' is?" Maybe it's because I'm getting a little smarter every day, or maybe it's because geese are getting dumber, but I'm fairly certain that they just fly around until one of them goes "Hey, it's warmer here, so let's keep flying." Heck, for all I know they're all jacked-up on whatever they just ate in the Wal-Mart parking lot. That shit would mess me up to.

Anyway, you get the point. I have a lot of other things that I think about during the day, but they usually get me far too wound up to begin this late in a blog. For now, I'll settle for my lesser thoughts, even if they are of claustrophobic geese that fly into airplanes. Hmmm..., a goose flying into an airplane that's on the ground. Coincidence, or irony?