Playing Pacifist
Well, I’m back in Tennessee now, after my brief holiday in Pennsylvania, and I’m very tired (had to leave at 3:30 this morning), so I will not be creative for this entry. Instead, I’d like to share with you a story shared by a fellow storytelling student, Rebecca Reynolds: she overheard this conversation between her children in the car, a new look on trying to be a Pacifist:
(Overheard from the back seat.)
CG: “Let’s play Pacifist when we get home.”
JD: “OK.”
RR: “How do you play Pacifist?”
JD: “Well, there’s one-player Pacifist and two-player Pacifist.”
CG: “Yeah, in one-player Pacifist, one player tries to get in a fight, and the other one does everything she can to resist it.”
JD: “And in two-player Pacifist… well, that’s a little more boring.”
CG: “Oh. Then there’s no-player Pacifist.”
RR: “Which, I’m assuming, could also be called ‘War?’”
CG: (nefarious laugh) “Yes.”
JD: “Pacifist is a mocking sort of game.”
RR: “I realize that.”
CG: “And then, when we are done, we can convert Betsy (the golden retriever) to Catholicism. We already tried once today.”