The Cliche that is Life

It has been a little while since I last sat down and wrote down my thoughts. Perhaps this is because many thoughts have been going through my head and I did not want the internet know what those thoughts were. So instead I will forget those thoughts and write about something happier.

Happiness is one of the goals of all creatures on this earth, but we only know what true happiness is through sadness. Sadness is a plague that has haunted the earth from the beginning. Little insects such as myself have experienced sadness ever since we were little larvae. We would crawl out of the hive and cry, just for something to do. But it is easy to find happiness. Everyone has something that makes us happy, and usually it's something tiny and insignificant to others. For little Bumble Bees it is wearing a certain sweater, or taking an especially long time to drink coffee. A friend of mine, a horse, enjoys reading in the dark into the late hours of the night. Others make it even more insignificant, like watching a certain movie, or even drinking a special type of coffee that takes a little longer to make, but tastes amazing. When someone does something like this to brighten up their day I call it adding a little happy to your day. Because you see, we all need happy if we're not happy then we will go through life sad, and not fully appreciate life, and therefore ruin the precious gift that is life.

I can describe life in one sentence; Life is Good. I know it's cliché, but it's true, and I can explain why.

Life is what we are all given. The one thing that connects everything. Even if an alien ascended from the sky, looked at us all and say that we aren't the same at all, he would be wrong. For you see he is alive, and there for has something in common with us as creatures of the universe.

"Is" is a definite word. (That's right I used is twice.) "Is" is used to stay something that is certain and set in stone. Life will always be good. It won't one wake up and say "Nah, I don't want to be good today." And would then proceed to go back to bed. Then all the little insects of the world would look around confused. Without life are we dead or are we just office workers?

Good is a little trickier. It's tricky because life is good, but not any more or any less. To say that Life is Great would be wrong. Great is used when you have that high of "I can do anything. Nothing will bring me down." To say that life is great would be like saying that you are on this high all the time. To say that life is bad or that life sucks would also be wrong. Bad is used when nothing seems to go your way, and when you just don't want to do anything but lie in bed. You don't even want to watch TV, just lie down in bed and stare at the wall. Good is the beautiful in between. Good covers the "great" and the "bad." Because sometimes bad things happen, and you need to bounce back and find something to be happy about, and sometimes great things happen, but you will not always have this and you must try hard to make those great things happen, making it even better when these things happen.

We all need to strive to add a little happy into our lives. I know I have a good life. Bad things happen, but good things happen too. I have a loving family, I go to a good college, I live in a country that doesn't persecute me for my blog, and my God loves me, what else could I want? My little Bumble Bee Life is Good.

Dr. Christ at Work in the World

I was working with a friendly ladybug at a club event when she discovered that I am a biology major. She then got a confused look on her face and said, "So what do you think about Evolution?" At first I was confused. Was she talking about my class? She then cleared it up by saying, "No, I thought you were religious." I then said, "Oh yes, I believe in Evolution but I also believe that God created this world." I was then supported with an excited "woo-hoo" from a friendly monkey. The ladybug seemed happy that I thought that way. We then continued to have a very nice philosophical discussion.

As I returned to go about my day, I thought of this conversation. I suppose you could say that science is how I see God's work. Science explains the amazing things that God has made and what could be better than that? I know a lot of people believe scientific people to be cold and analytical, but the truth is that we are a little bit. We enjoy analyzing things. To look at the world and try to discover as much as you can about it is fun. I can tell you why I like to eat chocolate, why people become sad when it rains, and why I love to be hugged and touched. There are many mysterious things about this world and I love to figure them out. As to the cold part, we only appear cold to those outside. The people who I enjoy talking with who are very like minded as me can say things that speak true wisdom and insight, but to others it might seem mean and cruel.

I think that God is a scientist, and I can clearly picture him as a doctor. Jesus would walk into a hospital, put on his white coat, and get to work. "Dr. Christ, you're needed in OR 3." Someone would say over the intercom. He would then come into the room to see me, a little Bumble Bee in scrubs and getting ready for a surgery. He'd smile at me and say, "What's going on Doc?"

I may be  a little Bumble Bee, but I love science and I feel that God likes it too. Why wouldn't he? He did create it and so I think he'd like to see people figure it out. It's like when you make a puzzle and give it to one of your friends to figure it out. It's fun because you like to see how clever your friends are, how clever you are, and how much your friends like you. If your friend doesn't like you, then they wouldn't spend the time to attempt to figure it out, but if they like you, and if they like you a lot they will dedicate a lot of their time to figure it out. This is how I view science, but then I'm just a little Bumble Bee.

The disillusions of a Mole

It is interesting to a Bumble Bee to see other creatures and the way that they work. Why just today I came across a mole digging into the ground. I paused and watched him for a moment, and then became so curious that I asked him what he was doing. He looked up at me and said "Go away, can't you see that I am doing important work?" I thought about going, but instead decided to be  polite and ask about his work. When one does important work, one wants to talk about it. I know this because I have felt the same way about some of the important work that I have done. And so I asked him, "What important work is that?" He then turned his ugly little face to me and said, "Stupid, can't you see? I am digging to the surface." He then turned and continued to burrow his way down. Now I was really confused. "Are you not already at the surface?" I asked. He now stopped completely and turned to me with a look of disbelief, I think, it's hard to tell with a mole what he is doing with his face. "NO! We are underground, can't you see. It is dark and cold here." At this I turned and looked around. The sun was shining beautifully and because of this is was a wonderful temperature. I turned back to the mole as he continued. "The surface is bright and warm. I dig toward a better world." He then sighed. "You wouldn't understand. You are a stupid bee. Everyone knows that you are among the dumbest of all the creatures on this earth." He then began digging and went all the way under this time. It is interesting to think that he believes me dumb, when I believe that this little Bumble Bee is not as dumb as she may appear. She has after all built a hive before, that's no easy task. I do not believe this little mole is any less intelligent than me, but I do think that he must open up his mind a little. Then again, I think this about many people. We Bumble Bees think this often. What if the giraffe thought about the smaller creatures? What if the lions considered the gazelles? What if we all took a little advice from the Communists, a little, and looked at everything on a more equal plain? Bumble Bees are interesting creatures in that we are intelligent, but many do not recognize it. Why this is I don't know, but I know that some will treat Bumble Bees as children and try to explain things like they would a child, slowly and with much emphasis on the simple things. I as a Bumble Bee try to be understanding and nod slightly until they get to a level in which I feel I can contribute to the conversation.

Then again, I think many believe me to be unintelligent because I don't emphasize it. That is, I do not brag of what I am capable to doing to many, mostly because I don't like it when people brag. I also don't do it because the people, who I really enjoy accompanying already know what I can do and I don't need to tell them.

A different problem that often arises due to my "lack of intelligence" is that I am so far ahead that many think me behind. Think of a race car track that is in that ridiculous oval, when you are ahead, you can get so far ahead that you appear behind the other competitors. Whenever I ask a question that is close to the end, others will look at me like I know nothing and then explain something that I pasted several days ago. I then nod and search for someone who has gotten to the same point as me, I usually just end up waiting until the other get close to where I am. This doesn't bother me, because I know that they will all wise up and start doing what I do. I just have to be patient.

I think back to that mole and wonder what makes him think that he is so high on the food chain. I then shrug my shoulders and continue on with my work. After all if I let every creature who is as narrow minded as that mole slow me down then no work would get done. And I am a Bumble Bee, if I stop working then I die, metaphorically not literally. And so I will do that right now.

The Resynthesis of the Motivational Gland

Motivation has got to be one of the rarest finds among a college student. The motivation gland, as everyone knows, is a very tricky thing. One with a motivation gland is born with the recessive traits for motivation. This gland can be turned on and off based on the individual. Little Bumble Bees, such as myself, are born with a fully functioning motivation gland. Though sometimes the gland is over used and can sometimes burn out. Doctors recommend a little down time followed by a little forced work. The down time is to see if the motivation gland can begin it's synthesis of motivation after a little break. The forced work is so that one can turn one's assignments in on time.

My motivation gland has decided to take a late lunch, and has left to dine at its favorite restaurant, Damgoode Pies. I am very jealous and would have liked it very much if it had invited me. When it returns it will have work over time because it had to take such a long break. That'll teach it.

The motivation gland is not found everywhere. Other animals, such as the little insects I share a hive with, are very unmotivated and prefer to do all of their work in a confined amount of time in the dark. Bumble Bees are not nocturnal. Did you know that? Yes, indeed, us Bumble Bees like it very much to get up at the crack of dawn and get straight to work. Other creatures like bats prefer to pull "all-nighters." If you do not know what an "all-nighter" is then allow for me to explain. "All- Nighter" comes from the Latin turn, "college kid." These "college kids" would often spend all of their nights doing homework at the last minute, these assignments would inevitably be poorly done, and sadly performed. A second term for "all-nighter" would be "stressful." We Bumble Bees enjoy getting our things done early because it seems very inefficient to do everything at the last minute and stress about it. I as a Bumble Bee have been working on a paper for many days and feel fully confident that it will be finished by the due date. Other animals of my class have not done this. I would categorize many of these people as sloths. A sloth seems to fit them perfect. Slots are lazy, enjoy complaining, and (unbeknownst to their families) love to go out late and party with a red solo cup. I have been told that a red solo cup makes for excellent companionship, but I have not yet tried and do not plan on attempting to do so, due to the fact that every time an animals or insect is with a red solo cup they seem to be compelled to act stupid, say rude things, and get sick. I don't know what this red solo cup has that is so contagious, but I want nothing to do with it.

Perhaps these animals and insects believe that the red solo cup will help them to find motivation, but I have never had a hard time finding motivation as it is literally a part of my body (the motivation gland is located inside the brain of a Bumble Bee).

I suppose that now that I have had my down time, the writing of this blog is very relaxing and can often begin my motivation gland to restart its synthesis of motivation, I should get back to work. That paper won't finish itself you know.

Kicks and Giggles in the Cold

One knows that it is cold when on just drinks one's coffee. And I mean, doesn't wait for it to cool to that beautiful temperature between ice cream and molten lava, just drinks it straight out of the pot. That's what I did this morning. When I popped my head out of my hive, I shuttered and pushed on. Little Bumble Bees do not like the cold. It makes it hard to do things. It is hard to fly, and it is hard to get the work done. But that's the beauty of being a Bumble Bee, I always find something to be happy about. Today's happy thoughts comes to you from one of my college classes, Principles of Evolution. In a last attempt to completely and fully understand the content for a test, I discovered that I work very well with two of my classmates. We are all the beginning of a joke. Just picture this: a ladybug, a fly, and a bumble bee walk into the student center and begin to study for a test. Each one of these creatures is so different, and yet we worked very well together. This will surely begin a beautiful little biology friendship, and perhaps chemistry too. It is strange to think that insects of such different personalities can come together and help one another to learn.

I suppose this applies to my hive mate. Margie, a beautiful Monarch butterfly with whom I live with, get along wonderfully. We work so differently it is almost like two cogs of a clock that look completely different and yet fit perfectly to help the clock keep time and remember to be somewhere on time. How does that work? Does God throw dart at a board and decide that two people, who by all accounts should work perfectly, should be completely different and frustrate one another to no end? Maybe, we all need something to get our kicks and giggles.

I often get extra kicks and giggles during the month of October. My favorite holiday is Halloween. What other holiday can a little Bumble Bee dress up like a bird and go around eating candy shamelessly? This year it is increased ten fold as I am able to participate in many different activities with my hive. I am going to a Halloween Concert, participating in Haunted Housing, carving pumpkins at the Pumpkin Carving Contest, showing off my superb ability to change like a chameleon by being in the Halloween Fashion Show, and just over all enjoying myself. Which is excellent. I enjoy being around others. Bumble Bees are social creatures you know. Why else would we buzz around your head? Though at times, it is nice to get some time by myself. Growing up in a hive with so many other bees, privacy has become very important. But when one spends all of one's time with him, herself, and oneself, one becomes very lonely and soon doesn't enjoy being around others. This is the utmost unfortunate because being with ones fellow beings can be very refreshing. Now, many of my classmates have gotten out of their test and I shall talk with them.

Biology is a Beautiful Thing

Being a part of biology is a beautiful thing. I believe that studying biology is one of the more nobler things that a bumble bee could do with his/her time. I know that I belong in biology through many indicators. For one, who else would take it a compliment to be compared to a bumble bee. While many would simply see a nuisance bug whose sole purpose on this earth is to buzz around and sting people, I see a bumble bee as what it does. A bumble bee helps to keep this world beautiful through pollination to help the flowers grow and flourish; a bumble bee helps the world stay delicious through the creation of honey; and a bumble bee helps to keep the world singing. I do not know of any other being, besides humans, who is so happy with it's work that it sings as it works, what else could the buzzing of a bumble bee mean. I believe than any true biology enthusiast would take it as the greatest compliment to be compared to an insect. For instance, one of my professors I could gladly compare to a caterpillar. I can easily see the Coleman Caterpillar sitting up in a tree, starring down at the earth contemplating photosynthesis and cell respiration as he munches on leaves. When asked by a bird what he is doing he would respond, "I came for the view... and the leaves." While this caterpillar is rather laid back, I would more easily represent another professor as a beetle. The Jefferies beetle would be seen scurrying the ground with his cynically sarcastic view of the world. While this seemingly subtle little bug is happily rushing about the Murdianti Prey Mantis would gladly stand on a flower and stare at the world through her bejeweled eyes. This creature is a strange and exotic beauty with an intelligence that I have never quite seen in a bug. If any these professors were have the inclination to find this blog and read it, I believe that they would actually be complimented by the way I have represented them through a bumble bee's eyes.

But of course not everyone would take it as a compliment. Education majors would look at this comparison and find it outrageous. Who would have the nerve to compare theses people with insects, lowly creatures who do not contribute to the world? Me. And so I would more accurately compare the teachers of the world to marsupials. Who else would be able to care for the little children of the world, but those who were indefinitely made to do so? I can just image the little Brooke Koala sitting up in a tree and teaching all the little children of the world how to count eucalyptuses leaves.

There are those however do I do not believe fall quite into any of these categories. I would categorize my parents as otters. These adorable little creatures are like puzzle pieces who belong nowhere else except in each other's arms. (Did you know that otters hold hands when they sleep, so as not to float away from one another? That's just straight up adorable.) While these little creatures are adorable they are also crafty. (They use rocks as tools. Now that's cool.) But others, not my parents, are not puzzle pieces. I think that one of the biggest mooches of this world would be a bear. They may have the bare necessities, but they do not make it themselves. "The bees are buzzing in the trees to make some honey just for me." Why on earth does that bear believe that I make honey for him? I certainly did not wake up this morning thinking that I should work hard all day so that someone who does no work should benefit from my hard work.

My brother and sister are hard to define. Part of me thinks that my sister could be a butterfly, because she is so bright in color, and graceful in flight. But part of me says that a butterfly is not nearly as fierce as my sister is. And so with this I would describe my sister a wild cat, perhaps a cheetah, or a bobcat. Simply because they are graceful, (If you've never seen a big wild cat move before, go out and get a documentary. They are very graceful.) powerful, and brilliant. All these things describe my sister and I believe she will read this and agree completely with me. My brother is difficult as well. Some part of my brain says a dog of some sort, probably a wolf. A wolf fits him because they are quite little creatures, but as soon as they open their mouths you realize that much goes on in their heads, and they are not simple in the slightest. My brother will not openly agree to this. He will simply nod his head in agreement and smile that smile that he has.

I will now return to being a little biology bumble bee. I do have a test to study for. And so I will sign off and fly off.

The First of Many

Let me start with the title of this blog. It is exactly as it reads. I am a college student and very busy. I am a worker bee, not a queen bee. All the Queen Bee does is sit on her ass and has children. Now while that might sound like many royal families, that is not me. I am a worker bee. I wake up every morning, climb out of my honeycomb, and get to work. This blog will be my way of relaxing by stopping on a nearby flower and putting my thoughts onto the internet for people to read. While I will be putting my thoughts down I do not expect anyone outside my hive to actually read this, and that's how I like it. Though, if any other arthropods, or arachnids want to read this they are welcome to do so. But if I insult anyone, just stop reading. This blog is for me to relax, not to please anyone. So with that out of the way, let's begin.

I love Fall. Everything is colorful, the weather is nice, and people complain much less. Don't get me wrong, I complain, but I recognize that no one really wants to hear it so I will try to refrain from complaining. Coffee is one of the best things about fall. I love coffee. That's right, a little bumble bee drinking coffee. Can't you just picture it. This little bumble bee crawling out of bed, pouring a cup of coffee, sitting down with a her laptop, and putting her thoughts onto the internet for all of her hive to read. That's sort of what I do. When I should be doing homework and studying, I'm on the internet and drinking coffee. At least I'm representing my species well. But don't confuse that with thinking that I'm an average bumble bee. No, I'm very weird bumble bee indeed. I mean how many insects have a blog? While I may be strange, I am also quite ordinary. I will leave off with this. You will be sure to hear from me again. After all I have only begun this blog.