Many of you probably believe that bumble bees are social little creatures. After all, from the moment we are born we are surrounded by other bumble bees working away in our hive to keep it running, but this is where you are slightly mistaken. At least for this Busy Bumble Bee, a lot of people are unwanted. The noise and confusion that accompanies a crowd isn't exactly ideal for a little bumble bee such as myself. If I could have a table full of my family and my friends I would be just buzzing with happiness. (You see I made a pun... buzzing!) To be in a crowd means small talk. Lots of "How's the weather"s and "How's the family "s. I find it much more enjoyable to avoid small talk and instead have Big Talk, you know those conversations that you and your friends have about a professor, or you and your family talking about something strange one of you saw that day. Those Big Talks make me immensely happy. In those talks you really bring out your personality. For instance, were you to have a Big Talk with this little Busy Bumble Bee, you would discover that I am a sarcastic little biologists that finds it hilarious for all the inside jokes combine to form an outside joke.
You know you're having a good Big Talk when others around you turn to stare at you because they think you're a) rude [because you're being loud] b) weird [because most of my group is biologist so we're pretty weird or c) having more fun than them. My family has this and we are constantly getting these looks from the cats that reside in our humble abode. (The cat only thinks in a and b. She does not care if we're having fun. We're just weird in her eyes.)
Another type of Big Talk is when you talk about each other. When you ask someone how their day was and you are truly interested. It's not a custom that you've grown into, no it's an interest in how they are doing, because you truly do want to know what is going on in their head. My siblings are in this fashion. My little wild cat sister is starting to look at the real world and say "I could do better." and make plans to make the world work better. To hear what is happening in her life is interesting indeed. I now know why my little otter parents were asking me when I was at this stage. To see someone who is about to take on their world in their own way is fascinating. You find yourself wondering, how with she do it, what if she fails, what will happen. (I know what will happen if she fails. She'll just get angry and do it again, with a smile on her face.) My wolf brother is also interesting to talk to. He's in the midst of his ordinary life with his ordinary problems, but the way he handles them is quite fascinating indeed. To hear that talking about viruses is cool and not difficult or gross is wonderful to hear. He always takes the challenges of life a little different than my sister. My little wolf brother is patient, waiting out the trials with a ducked head, and ear buds in his ears. Once the storm has passed he'll look up, look around, and then take action. My parents also take their cup of life a little differently. (I personally enjoy putting coffee creamer in mine. Right now it's all about the pumpkin spice.) These little otters are planners. They will float on their backs, grab a little urchin, and make lists upon lists of things that need to happen, things they want to happen, and things that if anything were to go wrong they would at least have 3 back up plans. They enjoy knowing that if my sister were to fail they know exactly which dessert they would buy her to make her feel better so that she could take on the world again. (It's cake pops by the way. The red velvet kind.) They plan everything especially when it involves their family. Every kind movement is exact and precise, every battle for their children is like a covert op ready to happen at anytime.
These are the things I find dear to me. To know that my sister has enthusiasm, my brother has patients, and my parents have planned kindness makes me wonder if maybe if the world were to have a little more people of this nature would make it easier, not necessarily "better," but it would make the medicine go down a little easier with some sugar. (That's right everyone, Mary Poppins reference. You're welcome.) Well, I think I'll depart on that note. Perhaps I will try to be a little bit of sugar today and make someone's life a little easier. Of maybe I'll be a little spoon full of pumpkin spice.
Friday, November 7, 2014
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Busy Bumble Bee College
I am a studious Bumble Bee. I am an college student and can often be found with ink on my hands, bags under my eyes, and a list of things to do. I enjoy being in college, and often find that I am good at being a student. College has often provided me with the questions a student is expected to answer before emerging into "true" adulthood. Questions such as "What should I do with my life?", "How will I contribute to society?", and of course "What do I believe in?". These questions, I think, are expected to be answered before the graduating of college. I am, as with many things, confused as to why I need to know these things before I leave college.
Fore instance, "What should I do with my life?". I am fortunate indeed in that I know what I want to do in order to contribute to this world. To heal has always been a noble pursuit in my eyes. To become a little doctor Bumble Bee is a wonderful idea. However, many of my college peers do not know and are told that they need to be know now or forever be a burden to society. How is it that in high school we are told to take our time and really understand the profession, that we have plenty of time to decide, but upon arrival at an institution are immediately corrected and told to make a decision as soon as possible. This is indeed a difficult decision to make and should be given plenty of time, but why is there pressure to do anything with one's life.
I suspect that many of you are say that one must make the most with one's life in order to feel alive, but how is that true? Wouldn't some argue that a woman who stays at home and raises children does "nothing" with her life? What of a man who tries to invent something, but gets nowhere? Do these people go about their lives doing "nothing?" I wonder that if these people are happy are they not better off than people who do "something" with their life and remain miserable. So many who discover that an office job is tedious and annoying to them, should they not quit their job and discover something more enjoyable to them? Well, the thoughts of a young, inexperienced Bumble Bee will perhaps go unnoticed and un-pondered over, but they are my thoughts.
I often find myself confused as to why we are expected to understand what we believe before we leave college. As though if we are still searching for ourselves after college our contribution to society is less. If someone graduates from college as an Atheist, are they not allowed to change their mind after they have settled into their lives? Perhaps the other way around. A Christian changing their mind to become a Buddhist is frowned upon, because once you are Christian you stay Christian. Many things happen in college; socializing, learning, stressing, questioning, how can we be expected to also concentrate on our faith, on our beliefs.
Somehow many do find time, and often want to share it with the community of college. Little crowds of insects gather to contemplate religion, science, and the combination there of. Some say that they cannot exist together, others that they must in order for the world to make sense. I am counted among the latter of that sentence. For me science is the only way to explain the world that God has given us. The idea that God and science can't exist together is a strange one indeed. It is almost like the scientists don't want to admit that a higher power could exist in the same world as their precious scientific theory. Or perhaps that the religious don't want to chance the idea of science canceling out their beliefs in God. Still, to contemplate it is one of my favorite activities. I enjoy expanding my mind, which is why I think I am such a good college student. If I wasn't able to expand my mind, how would I accept all of the idea the professors are bringing to me? Well, I must return to being a college student. After all a Busy Bumble Bee must remain busy to remain happy.
Fore instance, "What should I do with my life?". I am fortunate indeed in that I know what I want to do in order to contribute to this world. To heal has always been a noble pursuit in my eyes. To become a little doctor Bumble Bee is a wonderful idea. However, many of my college peers do not know and are told that they need to be know now or forever be a burden to society. How is it that in high school we are told to take our time and really understand the profession, that we have plenty of time to decide, but upon arrival at an institution are immediately corrected and told to make a decision as soon as possible. This is indeed a difficult decision to make and should be given plenty of time, but why is there pressure to do anything with one's life.
I suspect that many of you are say that one must make the most with one's life in order to feel alive, but how is that true? Wouldn't some argue that a woman who stays at home and raises children does "nothing" with her life? What of a man who tries to invent something, but gets nowhere? Do these people go about their lives doing "nothing?" I wonder that if these people are happy are they not better off than people who do "something" with their life and remain miserable. So many who discover that an office job is tedious and annoying to them, should they not quit their job and discover something more enjoyable to them? Well, the thoughts of a young, inexperienced Bumble Bee will perhaps go unnoticed and un-pondered over, but they are my thoughts.
I often find myself confused as to why we are expected to understand what we believe before we leave college. As though if we are still searching for ourselves after college our contribution to society is less. If someone graduates from college as an Atheist, are they not allowed to change their mind after they have settled into their lives? Perhaps the other way around. A Christian changing their mind to become a Buddhist is frowned upon, because once you are Christian you stay Christian. Many things happen in college; socializing, learning, stressing, questioning, how can we be expected to also concentrate on our faith, on our beliefs.
Somehow many do find time, and often want to share it with the community of college. Little crowds of insects gather to contemplate religion, science, and the combination there of. Some say that they cannot exist together, others that they must in order for the world to make sense. I am counted among the latter of that sentence. For me science is the only way to explain the world that God has given us. The idea that God and science can't exist together is a strange one indeed. It is almost like the scientists don't want to admit that a higher power could exist in the same world as their precious scientific theory. Or perhaps that the religious don't want to chance the idea of science canceling out their beliefs in God. Still, to contemplate it is one of my favorite activities. I enjoy expanding my mind, which is why I think I am such a good college student. If I wasn't able to expand my mind, how would I accept all of the idea the professors are bringing to me? Well, I must return to being a college student. After all a Busy Bumble Bee must remain busy to remain happy.
Thursday, February 13, 2014
The Inanimate Descriptions of People
There are lots of people who compare other people to inanimate objects. I think it's a little strange I mean why don't we compare people to living things? It does seem to make more sense, right? But none the less, I would like to try my hand at the inanimate description of people. So here I go...
People are like coffee cups. (Am I doing this right?) (Yes, I think so.) Every coffee cup is different. Sure you can go to the store and see all of the identical looking cups all arranged into a perfect row, the kind of row that if just one fell over it was sure to tip the others over. But really not a single one of those cups are exactly the same. (Still with me? Wow, I would have already given up. Good for you for sticking with me.) Yes, every one is different. We all have chips and scratches on our exterior. We all have different designs. Pictures of kitties, and puppies with bright color and sometimes a snarky saying. (Those are my favorite.) But then... There's something more. That's only the exterior. If we all looked at the exterior, we wouldn't see anything at all. No one knows this better than Bumble Bees, like me. Have you seen the inside of a Bee's hive? It's complicated and beautiful, much like the inside of every...coffee cup. We all have different tastes. Some prefer to be the strong manly types with the pure black coffee, but the funny little "Life is Good" written on the outside. Others prefer to get the pretty little floral coffee cup with an upbeat saying, to encourage you in the morning you understand, with the wonderful coffee drowning in creamer. And still others dislike coffee all together, and would rather have some hot tea in that same little floral, upbeat coffee cup that was never really intended for coffee at all.
Did you know that caffeine is actually not an addiction? Yes, caffeine in itself does not meet the criteria for being an addiction, but more of a dedicated habit. I myself, being a little Bumble Bee of sound mind and happy heart, am very dedicated. I love nothing more in the morning to pour my nice warm coffee into a little (actually it's a pretty big size coffee cup) orange coffee cup with the words "Sunny on the Inside" written inside a little yellow sun. I myself enjoy creamer inside my coffee, though my friend makes a GREAT cup of coffee with sugar and real whip cream. (That's right. Little college insects like ourselves can be classy.) I always look forward to hearing the little beep of my coffee maker in the morning like it's telling me, "Well, I can't guarantee a "great" day, but I can get a nice cup of coffee."
Coffee always starts my day off right. It's a good reminder that I, my personal little Bumble Bee self, have a good life. I don't have to struggle for food, or warmth, or even company. I have a little dorm room with a classy moon chair and a little brown rug that I thoroughly enjoy; the cafeteria food, that might not be the best, but hey, I'm not starving *shrug* well not most nights; and I have plenty of company. Every little insect at my little college understands me. We all sit at the table in the morning pondering the day with our coffee, which I do not recommend from the caf, extremely weak. But a little coffee cup, with a little coffee inside, makes the day not so terrible. I like all of my coffee cups (in every sense that I have implied in this particular blog.) Well, I gotta buzz, I'll talk you later. (Ouch, that was a bad pun. Don't worry I'll think of something better next time.)
People are like coffee cups. (Am I doing this right?) (Yes, I think so.) Every coffee cup is different. Sure you can go to the store and see all of the identical looking cups all arranged into a perfect row, the kind of row that if just one fell over it was sure to tip the others over. But really not a single one of those cups are exactly the same. (Still with me? Wow, I would have already given up. Good for you for sticking with me.) Yes, every one is different. We all have chips and scratches on our exterior. We all have different designs. Pictures of kitties, and puppies with bright color and sometimes a snarky saying. (Those are my favorite.) But then... There's something more. That's only the exterior. If we all looked at the exterior, we wouldn't see anything at all. No one knows this better than Bumble Bees, like me. Have you seen the inside of a Bee's hive? It's complicated and beautiful, much like the inside of every...coffee cup. We all have different tastes. Some prefer to be the strong manly types with the pure black coffee, but the funny little "Life is Good" written on the outside. Others prefer to get the pretty little floral coffee cup with an upbeat saying, to encourage you in the morning you understand, with the wonderful coffee drowning in creamer. And still others dislike coffee all together, and would rather have some hot tea in that same little floral, upbeat coffee cup that was never really intended for coffee at all.
Did you know that caffeine is actually not an addiction? Yes, caffeine in itself does not meet the criteria for being an addiction, but more of a dedicated habit. I myself, being a little Bumble Bee of sound mind and happy heart, am very dedicated. I love nothing more in the morning to pour my nice warm coffee into a little (actually it's a pretty big size coffee cup) orange coffee cup with the words "Sunny on the Inside" written inside a little yellow sun. I myself enjoy creamer inside my coffee, though my friend makes a GREAT cup of coffee with sugar and real whip cream. (That's right. Little college insects like ourselves can be classy.) I always look forward to hearing the little beep of my coffee maker in the morning like it's telling me, "Well, I can't guarantee a "great" day, but I can get a nice cup of coffee."
Coffee always starts my day off right. It's a good reminder that I, my personal little Bumble Bee self, have a good life. I don't have to struggle for food, or warmth, or even company. I have a little dorm room with a classy moon chair and a little brown rug that I thoroughly enjoy; the cafeteria food, that might not be the best, but hey, I'm not starving *shrug* well not most nights; and I have plenty of company. Every little insect at my little college understands me. We all sit at the table in the morning pondering the day with our coffee, which I do not recommend from the caf, extremely weak. But a little coffee cup, with a little coffee inside, makes the day not so terrible. I like all of my coffee cups (in every sense that I have implied in this particular blog.) Well, I gotta buzz, I'll talk you later. (Ouch, that was a bad pun. Don't worry I'll think of something better next time.)
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