Sometimes you just gotta be drop-kicked out of the nest. Robert Downey Jr.
when i lived in san francisco, i worked part time at an italian restaurant at fisherman’s wharf. i would take the “l” taraval train from outer sunset downtown and transfer over to the wharf area. i would have to walk about 8 or 9 blocks to get to pier 43 where a sabella’s restaurant was located.
for 3 years i would pass a best western motel located along my path to the water. and for 3 summers as i passed this motel, there was a seagull who was nesting on top of the awning of the motel all-the-while protecting her eggs and attacking and shoo-ing any passers-by on the sidewalk. it was amusing and almost cute at first, but soon became annoying and intrusive, causing me to walk on the other side of the street or cross over if i forgot.
i have encountered a situation with someone in my life who has a mental health issue of some sort and continues to attack and squawk whenever people are in the vicinity just as that overlordly seabird near the bay. i have lost touch with any empathy i might have had for this person as i have become immune to its survival mission. i have been crossing the street to avoid encounters as many times as i can think of it, although i continue to forget once in awhile. but i think a situation has occured that causes this bird to be pushed outta the nest.
whew! seems like a small gift from the gods.