I am a slave to my diary...sorry scrap that, my THREE diaries. Yes, I AM that busy and you WILL start noticing me metamorphasising into a little African bee. Working two jobs and building up a business is a constant source for buzzing wings. I have always had this...hmmm...what to call it?...let's go with the word: fascination, with comparing human beings to animals.
Some you can spot straight away in their obvious resemblances and some only show through their personalities or gestures. I have always wanted to be a wholesome, loyal dog but I was never a 100% convinced of this. Dogs are cuddly and simple, I am neither of those things. My complication comes from a place that is more swirling than cuddly. So I have decided that for now, the perfect animal to descibe me is, in fact, an insect... the African bee. I have quite a nasty sting and will have no qualms about defending my home and the people I love. However, I do produce the sweetest honey when treated well. What would the world do without us millions of hard working bees that never give up when life throws us challenges that just seem so unreasonable? Bees are extremely sensitive to their environment and spend their life working as a team with the sole purpose of creating a successful community or colony for future genrations to come.
I understand the bee and I have a lot of respect for this seemingly insignificant creature. Bees are an essential necessity to any healthy environment and that is why I don't blame them for all the painful stings I have had from them in the past or the fact that I am now highly allergic to their stings...hell, how can you when they die after stinging you?
Ok...now it is time for me to buzz off and be one with my diary.
Bzzzzzzzzz!
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