it is neither false, nor flawed.

There are Plenty of Fish,

but the Question persists:

like in unbalanced scales,

because These are increasingly

Dead--- and, clawing Spectra,

contrary to popular Folklore,

gone fishes don't go

belly up!

but drag on, over

the Ocean floor

in the dark

where Nobody

sees...

Except, except,

for Sea Urchin,

and other Orphans

who have let loose

the very floodgate

of wet cold salty tears

drowning the ground,

that is now Basalt

and picked clean,

by scavenger Hags.

05.19.2023

are there really plenty of fish in the sea? challenge @batmaninwuhan

Not only are there more fish in the sea, but there are more fishes in the sea. For example, there are all of the cartilaginous fishes. All the big fish in all those small ponds.

How many crawfish can a crawfish craw when a crawfish starts crawing fish? Sucking the heads is all the answer you need.

Are octopusses octopussi or octopussy?

There are fish(es) with good taste, and there are fish(es) that tast(e) good--just ask Charli(e). He's one of several tun(æ) who question antediluvian reality.

So, since we don't get paid scale here, I'm a little light--can you spot me a fin?

How many one-legged races can an eight-legged cephalopod win if there are still potato(e)s in the potato sacks? And where'd that "e" go? You should know...'cause you say potato, but I say potato. Especially when it's hot. Dan Quayle says potatœ. (It's a potato thing--you might not get it. It's a Republican thing. A potateau is a Cajun thing.)

Potatoad hot enough for you? You should see what it's like in Australia. But then, you already know--or at least find out by calling someone there--they're into the next day, so they can tell you how your day went. Based on that info(e), watch where you park--don't wanna get potatowed.

That's so freaky. But if you think that's crazy, just thank God it's a free world--otherwise, I'd tell you to float in the air and you'd HAVE to do it. (Every day I pass people who don't accept that it's a free world, so I just bat those floating corpses out of the way on the way to a duty-free-world shop.)

That's about it. Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering. My cortical islands are closing their borders. (It's a Title 42 thing--you might not get it.)

When my sister brought her new boyfriend home for Christmas, all of the attention was on them

We hashed out small talk and interrogations in the same conversation

There wasn't any room for questioning me

By Easter, they were old news, just another round in the holiday gamut

and I was left lonesome

with questions and pity and problems and people

telling me there are plenty of fish in the sea

and I try not to be superficial

with the emphasis on fish

but if we pretend that there are 7.9 billion fish in the sea

only 4.2% of them live in the same sea that I am in

331 million accessible fish

sure.

plenty of fish.

I'm a picky eater though- let's call it allergies.

Half of those fish really aren't for me.

115 million fish. plenty of fish.

But hey- turnabout is fair play. At least 7% of those fish think that I'm not for them either.

107 million fish left. plenty of fish.

but some of those fish are much too young to eat.

and some of those fish are just a bit too old.

I'd make a conservative estimate that 20% of fish are the right age.

21 million fish. plenty of fish.

but the sea is pretty big.. I'm really only going to be able to find fish in the same reef as me. maybe the neighboring reef? that's 4%.

840,000 fish. plenty of fish.

Half of those fish have already been caught. Tangled into some other fisherman's web.

320,000 fish. plenty of fish.

Half of those fish are in hiding. No one is ever going to catch them.

160,000 fish. plenty of fish.

But sometimes fishing is a competition.

and all that fighting over fish? well it gives some of the fish baggage and it scares another chunk away.

80,000 fish. plenty of fish.

and 4% of those fish are just a little too small to catch.

76,000 fish. give or take. plenty of fish.

Some fish are poisonous.

68,000 fish.

Some fish think that I'm poisonous.

60,000 fish.

and I've learned that some fish have opinions.

that don't really get along with the school of fish that I subscribe to.

30,000 fish.

and some fish. some fish really are just friends.

15,000 fish.

and some fish. well they think that I'm just a friend.

7,500 fish.

Some fish you really really think that you like. But someone ends up getting thrown back. Sometimes you know a fish a little too well. Sometimes your friend knows a fish. Sometimes the fish is already part of your family.

4,000 fish?

I'm starting to think that there might not be plenty of fish.

There are indeed plenty of fish in the sea. Since we are usually talking about potential life partners with this metaphor the problem is more a matter of quality than quantity. The problem is as we swim along we get this idea of a particular kind of fish with particular assets that will make us happy. She has to be an angel fish with HUGE gills and a tight little papillia (female fish no-no place.) He has to be a an aggressive shark or barracuda with a MASSIVE priapium (male fish no-no place) and a tail fin that looks good as it sways in the water. We fail to realize that all fish have their flaws, even those with perfect dorsal fins and shiny scales. Of course some of these flaws may not be seen with the naked fish eye. It is the hidden flaws which can often cause the greatest trouble for the fish in search of a mate.

For the male fish, his perceived ideal angelfish may be a multicolored beauty that swims with divine grace, but maybe she demands that he makes a lot of clams and that they live in the most expensive part of the reef. Perhaps she's the type of fish that'll spawn with his best friend, the tuna next door, and in a frenzy of sexual curiosity, the octopus on the other side of the reef. Either way, the male fish may end up miserable as he watches his mate take their fry and move in with that studly grouper that lives in that new luxury kelp condo complex. Of course, he will feel awful and contemplate swallowing the first hook he swims across to end his misery. Ultimately, the male fish will start to wonder if his angelfish was actually a piranha in angelfish scales.

Her shark may be sleek and sexy, but he will probably want to go with the boys to play, Delimb the Surfer all the time. Even worse, his idea of good parenting may be that he only eats half of hers and his pups. Finally due to his aggressive nature, she may end up on the wrong side of a feeding frenzy. Oh, sharks may be sleek and sexy, but at the end of the day they just aren't really family fish. At best, she will be left all alone to raise the pups lucky enough not to be eaten by daddy. At worst, she may become a part of his seafood platter.

My angel fish was wise enough to avoid the sharks and barracudas. Instead she had a nice amberjack or sailfish in mind for a mate. Then she met a clownfish with a gimpy pectoral fin and tail fin. Unfortunately with gimpy fins he couldn't swim in a straight line so had no choice but to swim in circles. Of course, swimming in circles day in and day out caused him to be perpetually dizzy and none too bright. Also he wasn't very handsome as he lived in waters used frequently as dumping spots for nuclear waste. Still, this mutant, gimpy clownfish listened to the angelfish, would watch The Little Mermaid with her over and over again, and he loved to make her laugh until she bubbled. To the angelfish's surprise she found that she loved the Quasimodo-like clown fish and she became his mate.

So, yes there are plenty of fish in the sea, but a lonely fish mustn't be blind to the piranhas in disguise or the sharks who have serious dietary quirks and commitment issues. Maybe they will see the value in that one the fishermen threw back.

We here at Urban Idiot Industries would like to warn our fellow parents. The Little Mermaid may seem to be a family film, but don't be fooled. It is as smutty as they come just think about the song, "Under the Sea"

Under the sea

Under the sea

It's so much better, down where it's wetter

Take it from me.

Sounds harmless, but when you take into account the song is sung by A CRAB it makes you wonder where this better, wetter place really is.

First, let me say I don't dislike fish, but fish dislikes me. It's hell when you love the taste of something and then pay the price for it. Doesn't matter if fish are fresh water, under bice, deep sea, the ocean, or for that matter Mrs. Paul's Fish Sticks (and they aren't real fish), I have severe allergies. Enough of my personal problems.

Are there plenty of fish in the sea? A euphemism meaning there is one more man or one more woman out there to be found to have that all important lifetime commitment with. That need to fill the gap in one's life.

Honestly, there are more fish than there are humans on the planet. And they multiply faster than does the human race. But they are a distant second to ants which numbers in the billions, hence that other phrase, "ants in your pants".

Overall, the planet can contain over a trillion varied species.

But I digress. As long as the girl doesn't kiss like, or look like a fish, I wouldn't mind getting to know her.

Not everything lasts forever

Times will change

Things will go and we'd feel deranged

As the world's state flips like a lever

Time goes by and we can't help it. There will be times with plenty of fish. Other times there isn't enough fish to go around. The expression is used for comfort, mainly in the world of dating. It can't be accurate, the world will always change. We evolve. We adapt. Overtime, we will not be the same person we were once before. Nothing is exact, there is always probability. There can't always be plenty of fish in the sea, when the sea constantly changes.

Once upon a time, in a small coastal village, there lived a young philosopher named Alex. Alex was known for their curiosity and deep contemplation of life's mysteries. One day, while sitting by the shore, gazing out at the vast expanse of the ocean, Alex pondered one of philosophy's greatest questions: Are there really plenty of fish in the sea?

As the waves crashed against the rocks, Alex noticed a fisherman named Sam walking towards them, carrying a net filled with fish. Intrigued, Alex approached Sam and asked, "Sam, is it true that there are plenty of fish in the sea?"

Sam chuckled and replied, "Ah, the age-old question! Well, young philosopher, the answer is both simple and complex. Yes, there are indeed fish in the sea, but the abundance of fish is not as straightforward as it seems."

Curiosity piqued, Alex urged Sam to explain further.

Sam began, "You see, the phrase 'plenty of fish in the sea' is often used as a metaphor for the abundance of opportunities and potential partners in life. It suggests that if one relationship doesn't work out, there are countless others waiting to be discovered. However, like any philosophical inquiry, we must examine this notion more deeply."

He continued, "While it's true that the ocean is vast and teeming with various species of fish, not all fish are compatible with each other. Some fish live in different depths, some prefer warmer waters, and some even form exclusive bonds with certain companions. In this sense, the 'sea' represents the diversity of individuals in the world."

Alex nodded, beginning to grasp the metaphorical implications. "So, it's not just about quantity but also about compatibility and uniqueness?"

"Exactly," Sam affirmed. "Just as fish have their own distinct characteristics and preferences, so do people. It's not enough to merely find someone, but to find someone who aligns with your values, desires, and aspirations. In that sense, the phrase 'plenty of fish in the sea' can be misleading, as it assumes that every fish is suitable for every person."

As the conversation unfolded, Alex realized that the question they had initially posed was more complex than anticipated. The metaphor of the sea and the fish revealed a deeper truth about human connections and the importance of finding genuine compatibility.

They thanked Sam for his insight and returned to their contemplative spot by the shore. As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the water, Alex understood that the true wisdom lay not in searching for an abundance of options but in recognizing the profound value of a genuine connection—a connection that could transcend the vastness of the sea and touch the depths of one's soul.

And so, the philosopher continued their quest for understanding, knowing that while there may be countless fish in the sea, the journey to finding a true companion was an adventure of discovery, uniqueness, and authentic connection.