Sibling Ties
It is impossible for my brothers and I to spend a few civil hours together. For no obvious reason, to us anyway, we clash.
(I must print a small disclaimer that the conversation is not word for word, however, you get the gist.)
Joe: So you're in a cave with some friends and there's only a small hole to get out. Suddenly, for some reason, the cave begins to flood. Stacy, who eats too many donuts, tries to jumps through the hole first and gets stuck. You have a stick of dynamite. You have a two choices: use the dynamite and blow up Stacy saving yourself and the others or let Stacy live while everyone else dies.
Me: Why would Stacy live?
Joe: Because she jumped headfirst.
Me: Why would someone who can't stop themselves from eating too much jump through head first? I would prefer the extra cushion of a plump bottom to landing on my head.
Joe: You're missing the point. You only have two choices...
Me: How did she get in the cave in the first place if she can't get through the hole.
Joe: You are missing the point...
Me: I'd use the dynamite to blow another hole in the cave wall.
Joe: No. You only have the two choices. Lets say it's ordained by God.
Me: What kind of question is this where you have only two black and white answers?
Joe: It's a real psychological question. Just pick an answer.
Me: OK. I'd light the dynamite, hold it tight and stand by the Stacy plugged hole and wait.
Joe: No!!!
Me: Maybe, the blast would kill both of us. Maybe Stacy would make it out with a little less weight and a little less appreciation for deep fried pastries, chocolate, and sprinkles. Maybe the water would cushion the blast, dislodging Stacy and I both survive (possibly horribly disfigured and crippled). Either way, I'd prefer to die quickly under my own terms than drowned or blow up a friend because they like donuts. Even if it's "ordained" by an idiotic God stupid enough to create people who come up with two dimensional psycho-whatever questions.
Joe: Done? OK. Which one would you pick?
Me: Shut up.
Joe: Why don't you want to answer the question?
Me: I'm never going to a movie with you again.
Joe: Just answer it!
Me: Can you be the one stuck in the hole?
Joe: I don't like donuts.
Point (hopefully) made.
(I must print a small disclaimer that the conversation is not word for word, however, you get the gist.)
Joe: So you're in a cave with some friends and there's only a small hole to get out. Suddenly, for some reason, the cave begins to flood. Stacy, who eats too many donuts, tries to jumps through the hole first and gets stuck. You have a stick of dynamite. You have a two choices: use the dynamite and blow up Stacy saving yourself and the others or let Stacy live while everyone else dies.
Me: Why would Stacy live?
Joe: Because she jumped headfirst.
Me: Why would someone who can't stop themselves from eating too much jump through head first? I would prefer the extra cushion of a plump bottom to landing on my head.
Joe: You're missing the point. You only have two choices...
Me: How did she get in the cave in the first place if she can't get through the hole.
Joe: You are missing the point...
Me: I'd use the dynamite to blow another hole in the cave wall.
Joe: No. You only have the two choices. Lets say it's ordained by God.
Me: What kind of question is this where you have only two black and white answers?
Joe: It's a real psychological question. Just pick an answer.
Me: OK. I'd light the dynamite, hold it tight and stand by the Stacy plugged hole and wait.
Joe: No!!!
Me: Maybe, the blast would kill both of us. Maybe Stacy would make it out with a little less weight and a little less appreciation for deep fried pastries, chocolate, and sprinkles. Maybe the water would cushion the blast, dislodging Stacy and I both survive (possibly horribly disfigured and crippled). Either way, I'd prefer to die quickly under my own terms than drowned or blow up a friend because they like donuts. Even if it's "ordained" by an idiotic God stupid enough to create people who come up with two dimensional psycho-whatever questions.
Joe: Done? OK. Which one would you pick?
Me: Shut up.
Joe: Why don't you want to answer the question?
Me: I'm never going to a movie with you again.
Joe: Just answer it!
Me: Can you be the one stuck in the hole?
Joe: I don't like donuts.
Point (hopefully) made.