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.)
