I consider myself addicted to observing humanity. Not only do I find casual enjoyment in studying people's behaviors, actions and reactions to a situation, but that shit truly fascinates me because it's real and it's daily and it's life.
Now, I also believe that we are a creative species with good and not so good functions.
Observed experience: I was floating in the pool today, and a mother frantically swats at a bee and smacks it dead on the concrete with her flip flop bottom. Her 10 year old son looks at her, confused maybe, curious a little, and asks, "Mom, why did you kill that bee and it didn't do anything to you?" Mom very confidently snaps "You want that to sting you? No. Didn't think so. That's why we kill bees."
My thoughts: Unless you or your kid is gonna drop dead from anaphylactic shock, alerted epi-pen in hand ready to jab... the fact is that bee won't sting unless it feels threatened (i.e. swinging arms, swatting). So tone down the hype, preserve the peace and let it go and do its bee thaaaang. Do you know what I mean? It's like, people create an idea that they're threatened and panic and construct a disorder that then develops into a normalcy and is functional amidst the dysfunction, a new defense lens through which much, then, becomes bent. The bee example is only the tip of the iceberg, people living for that one small percentage of a maybe-moment in concern that they might get hurt. Hmm.
