The Curious Demise of Mr. Poe
He began to look back upon his life with a considerable amount of disdain. Most of this stemmed from the predicament which was currently occupying his time. The predicament being that he was, at this very moment, hanging over a very large cliff by what he deemed to be an inadequate amount of rope to support his weight.
The people responsible for hanging him there had tried to explain to him that this was exactly the point but had given up clearly failing to get the point across.
Facing such a situation he did what he felt was the only rational thing to do. He began to reexamine his life to determine whether or not he had lead a good one.
Upon his first cursory examination, which was just the summing up of his current situation, the answer was clearly no. But he felt he needed to delve deeper to find a less perfunctory answer.
He first recalled that he was currently employed. Yet, he felt that this couldn't be used to qualify a good life because he loathed his job and despised his coworkers. So much so that he often day dreamed that they were in fact the ones hanging over a large cliff with an inadequate amount of rope.
He then remembered that he carried on friendships with various people he had met throughout his life. Unfortunately he thought that most of them were daft and didn't really deserve his friendship. Also, most of them seemed to convieniently disappear when it came time to pay the tab.
His thoughts then drifted to the women he had wooed over the years. In doing so his brain just laughed and told him to try a different tact.
As any human being would do in this singular dilemma, the quandary being that he was hanging over a large cliff and his brain had just begun to mock him, he began to rationalize.
He tried to remember the happiest day of his life. What sprang to mind was the day in which he found twenty dollars in a parking lot on the way to work and how later on that day a pretty girl offered him a stick of gum while on the bus. He was too flummoxed to talk to the girl, only accepting the gum while staring bug-eyed at her.
Yet, all in all a great day he thought.
He then made up his mind that this day, while maybe not history making, was still good enough to have called his life worth living. Having reached this conclusion he promptly ended the argument with his brain and started letting gravity get on with its business.
His brain felt that he was being difficult and that the argument was far from over. And in its last flickering moments his brain was in the middle of devising a crushing counter-arguement to his conclusion that he had lived a good life.
His brain had just reached the moment when he was coming up with a witty joke to open his counter-arguement and began color coding his power point slides that went with it when finally gravity got the best of both of them.
