Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25024572-20151218175352

So I randomly thought of this little story, and I was wondering what you all thought.

Two men are sitting on a park bench. One of them, a man named Gregory with old, haunted eyes, staring straight ahead, says to the man next to him, "Robert, have I ever told you one of my favorite stories?"

The other man, a younger man, responds, "I don't believe you have. Do tell."

"Alright," Gregory says. "There are two men: one who lives in his own little bubble and is completely oblivious to and unobservant of the world around him, and another one who observes and pays attention to everything going on in the world around him. The oblivious man lived happily, while the other lived in a constant state of worry.

"Eventually, there was a nuclear war. The unobservant one died immediately, while the prepared one survived."

Robert looks at Gregory. "So why is this your favorite story?"

"The moral," Gregory answers.

"Always be prepared?"

"No, no. Let me finish and you'll find out."

"Oh," Robert says, looking down and feeling slightly embarraseed.

"The unobservant one died quickly, happily, and painlessly. The observant one survived, but he was the only one who did survive. The rest of his days were spent in a lonely, miserable isolation. He was afraid to live, but also afraid to die."

Gregory stops.

"Is that it?" Robert asks.

Gregory nods.

"So is the moral ignorance is bliss?" Robert asks, once again looking at Gregory.

"Yes, it is," Gregory says, still staring straight ahead, watching the bombs start to fall from the sky.

"Yes it is."

So, that's my lovely little story. What do you guys think? Was it good? Bad? Confusing? Ham fisted? Godawful? Let me know, and thanks for reading. 