My mind is a crate full of bees. At peace, they hum quietly while they work. Coming and going as they please, every thought is recognized and stored away in an easy manner. I go about my day without resistance, until the hive is disturbed. A passing comment, a bad attitude, a funny look, a feeling of incompetence. I don’t have any control over these happenings, so why should they bother me? Immediately, thoughts slam around violently, aching to escape. Scenarios flash before my eyes. I’m forced to live out every outcome, over and over again. Unable to move, I remain fixated on the problem I’ve just created in my mind. Withdrawn from the outside world, I seem merely drowsy, like a bee on a hot summer’s day.