I'm not sure which of these entities is most dangerous, the bear or the bee, except I'm sure the bear will be worse once the bee stings him.
Something about this bear, however, made me think of myself at this time of year, when crazy-bad things seem to happen in direct opposition to the sentiment of Christmas--love, joy, peace. It seems this time of year seems to bring out the badness in a lot of angry people who don't want us to feel love, joy OR peace.
When unpeaceful things happen, I have discovered that I tend to talk to myself when I'm alone at home. This was brought to my attention with some embarrassment when I was walking around the house muttering to myself about what I needed to do next and how I needed to keep moving so I wouldn't ache so much and how I needed to herd the cats downstairs so they'd stop tripping me, and I realized Mel HAD NOT YET LEFT THE HOUSE! He'd heard me talking to myself! I'd thought he'd gone to the post office.
It's interesting that it wasn't until that very moment that I realized I was actually talking out LOUD to myself. Like a crazy person. And you know what really disturbs me? Mel didn't even notice because he talks to himself all the time, TOO!
Now, we talk to the cats all the time, and sometimes I rehearse the next words I'm going to write, or even vocally list things I need to get at the store so I'll remember them better. But I hadn't realized just how much I actually talked to myself. It's a little freaky.
I bet you this bear talks to himself. How could he not? He's alone most of the time, and doesn't everyone, even bears, want to hear the sound of someone's voice sometime? I'm alone a lot here at home. That's my excuse.
Labels: alone, self talk, weird behavior