In The NavyA Poem by Lucas GrashaIn The Navy Optimism, Pessimism, and Realism argue over whether the glass is half full or half empty. “I say it’s half full,” said Optimism. “I say it’s half empty,” said Pessimism in his snarky
British accent. “Well, I think we should take a measurement of the water
level and then--” Realism attempted to say before Optimism cut short his statement. “Hey, Realism--this isn’t an actual measurement.” “Oh…really?” replied Realism. “Yes, really,” said Optimism. “But shouldn’t we still measure it?” “You know what, Realism? Why don’t you go on your merry way with your Realism and measuring
tape and… and… and I-Really-Suck-At-Life-ism.” “That last one isn’t even a philosophy.” “It…uh…is now! So, go,” Optimism made a shooing motion with his hands, “go on now, with your isms and such.” “You suck,” Realism grunted. “No, no, no--you suck!” Realism walked away to leave Optimism and Pessimism to their
own demises for a short while. “Okay…so…we…were…where?” Pessimism asked. “Um…dogs?” Optimism straggled. Pessimism paused. “Sure.” His face was dead-pan. Suddenly, Realism presented a measuring tape to the glass of water. He lifted his head up from the examination and yelled, “It’s a few millimeters below half full! That means
Pessimism is right!” “Shut up, you twit!” yelled Optimism in reply. “This is
supposed to be a thought experiment, not a measurement exposé!” Realism
paused. “But it’s
still a bit below half--” “F**k you!” yelled Optimism. “I sweat my a*s off trying to
properly display philosophy to an audience that doesn’t give a damn about philosophy!” Pessimism offered, “Maybe you should try sports.” “No!” Optimism yelled. “No, no, no! No sports for me!” Ex nihilo--rather, out of the eyes of the Pessimist--came a
whole assortment of philosophies. First came Conformists playing cricket in the corn field; then came Stoics playing softball in the soap aisle; then Nihilists using Naginatajutsu in the Navy; then Humanists hang gliding through Hamburg; then Buddhists boxing the bra aisle; then Pacifists parachuting in Paris; then Biblical Literalists bouldering in Boise; then Individualists ice climbing in India; then Cynics cycling in Cyprus; then Sexualists Skittlesing in Seattle; then Kantianists kegeling in Kazakhstan; then New Agers Nordic skiing in Nottingham; then Hedonists hurling in Harrisburg; and then the boys from Chaos Theory popped into existence
and the whole thing went ka-blooie. © 2012 Lucas GrashaReviews
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9 Reviews Added on December 28, 2011 Last Updated on April 8, 2012 Tags: philosophy, pessimism, optimism, absurdity, Pragmatism, argue, feud, alliteration, poetry AuthorLucas GrashaPittsburgh, PAAboutI've chosen in life to use the pen in place of the sword; or rather, the giving in place of giving up. I believe that I do possess a talent, but that opinion is only mine; if you would please (if you .. more..Writing
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