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Oh, a human being is seeking a social response? Human being, the social animal wired to make and track social connection? A human desires the vital blood that permitted their species to survive for millennia? The human being who was born completely helpless and primed in every way by nature to seek attention and help from their community?

Seeb was sitting on the bus on his way to school. He didn't recognize anybody on the bus. He was sitting in the back of the bus and there was a bully seated right in front of him. The bully turned around and started calling him names. Then a noise that sounded like an awful lot of buzzing came from his ears and out came BEES. Everybody on the bus screamed and the bus driver lost control. The bus drove right into the school and into a hallway. Everybody in the hallway got excited because they thought they were going on a field trip. Everybody started getting on the bus. Seeb walked down the hallway. Everybody has sting marks on their body. He walked into his classroom and he didn't recognize the teacher. Everybody has scratch marks near their noses. The classroom smelled like bacon. He traced the smell back to the teachers hair. When he tried to smell it, his nose was poked by the hair. The teachers hair was razor sharp. He sat down and the teacher introduced himself as Rickle the Pickle. He told his class that today they would be learning about rickles. Nobody knew what a rickle was. Rickle the Pickle asked Seeb if he knew what a rickle was. Seeb replied with "Buzzzzzzzzzzzz" "CORRECT!" replied Rickle the Pickle. A rickle is another word for buzz. Rickle continued to teach them about rickles. Later that day, it was time for lunch. Seeb was eating a honey sandwhich and was very nervous. He infact was so nervous that bees came flying out of his ears once again. The teachers pressed the bee alarm button. Nobody knew why it was there in the first place but it was perfect for this situation. The Bee Department showed up and got rid of all the bees. The school day was over and Seeb left the building and realized it wasn't his school. Seeb was too young to know his address and still thought his moms name was "mom" so he had to sleep at the school. The next morning, he got up and Rickle the Pickle said that today, they are doing a bee drill. The class didn't know what that was. Rickle the Pickle explained that it's like a fire drill but with BEES. Everyone followed Rickle outside and he explained that once they get outside, they had to wait for the bee department to come and put out the bees with their bee extinguishers. Everybody followed Rickle inside and on the way back to the classroom, a bus came crashing right through the wall and into the hallway. The bus driver said that they were going on a field trip. Everyone was excited. The class cheered. Rickle ate a pickle. Seeb did a happy dance and the bees inside Seeb rickled. Everyone got on the bus. The bus driver asked if they knew where they were going. Seeb rickled. "Wrong!" replied the bus driver. "We are going to mars" the entire bus became extrememly loud. Everyone was excited. The class cheered. Rickle ate a Pickle. Seeb did a happy dance and the bees inside Seeb rickled. The bus driver then said that he didn't know how they would get to space though. Silence filled the bus.

I just finished the office

This is going to be a really hard pill to swallow, but the truth is you might not be able to balance all your hobbies and all your projects the way you'd like. If you want to finish writing that book, you might have to reduce your daily drawing habit to a couple of times a week. If you want to do yoga every morning, you might have to accept not cooking from scratch as often. If you want to spend more time with your family, you might have to cut down on your yearly reading goal. I'm not saying give up on your hobbies; I'm be realistic with your time and your energy and be kind to yourself. Stop expecting yourself to do more and do better every single year. You don't have to constantly be growing upwards and reaching for the stars; you can be content with where you are, or even cut parts of yourself back to make space for other things in your life to bloom.

but i dunno how to spell conchus

how can i be councies