I was coming home from college on friday and had one of the most defining moments of my life.
I was purposefully striding out of college, gravel crunching under foot and storm clouds forming over head. Suddenly a bee flew past me. At first he didn't register me but then stopped dead and began to hover, then he slowly began to rotate untill he was face to face with me.
We locked eyes, neither of us backed down. I knew what he was thinking "I can't wait to suck the nectar right out of his brain." No fucking way was that going to happen. As quick as a lightning bolt I raised my arm. It was level with the bees evil, fluffy face. He flinched ever so slightly, not knowing what was coming next. I extended my index finger and exclaimed "Fuck you, bee!". Before he could fully register what magnificient insult had just escaped my crimson lips, I punched that fluffy, buzzy fucker in the face!
As he spiraled away from me unnable to regain his equilibrium I raised my fists to the heavens and shouted "Fuck bees!" and continued on my way home.
Half way home the heavens opened and decided to precipitate. I raised my hood. Then lifted my clenched fists towards the dark tempest above my head and declared "Fuck you, hydrological cycle!" and continued on my merry way home.
As I approached my domicile the rain abated and I lowered my hood. My brother waved to me from the window, I joyfully waved back and clearly said "fuck you, brother."