jodywy
Well-known member
Hi, I was just thinking....
It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and
then to loosen up. Inevitably though, one thought led to another, and
soon I was more than just a social thinker. I began to think alone --
"to relax," I told myself -- but I knew it wasn't true. Thinking became
more and more important to me, and finally I was thinking all the time.
I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don't
mix, but I couldn't stop myself. I began to avoid friends at lunchtime
so I could read Thoreau and Kafka. I would return to the office dizzied
and confused, asking, "What is it exactly we are doing here?"
Things weren't going so great at home either. One evening I had turned
off the TV and asked my wife about the meaning of life. She spent that
night at her mother's.
I soon had a reputation as a heavy thinker. One day the boss called me in.
He said, "Skippy, I like you, and it hurts me to say this, but your
thinking has become a real problem. If you don't stop thinking on the job,
you'll have to find another job."
This gave me a lot to think about.
I came home early after my conversation with the boss. "Honey,"
I confessed, "I've been thinking..." "I know you've been thinking,"
she said, "and I want a divorce!"
"But Honey, surely it's not that serious."
"It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver. "You think as much as
college professors and college professors don't make any money,
so if you keep on thinking we won't have any money!"
"That's a faulty syllogism," I said impatiently, and she began to cry..
I'd had enough. "I'm going to the library,"
I snarled as I stomped out the door. I headed for the library, in the
mood for some Nietzsche, with NPR on the radio. I roared into the parking lot
and ran up to the big glass doors ... they didn't open. The library was
closed.
To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that
night.
As I sank to the ground clawing at the unfeeling glass, whimpering
for Zarathustra, a poster caught my eye.
"Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?" it asked.
You probably recognize that line. It comes from the standard Thinker's
Anonymous poster. Which is why I am what I am today: a recovering
thinker..
I never miss a TA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational
video; last week it was "Porky's." Then we share experiences about how
we avoided thinking since the last meeting.
I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just
seemed ... easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking.
Soon, I'll be able to vote Democrat.
It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and
then to loosen up. Inevitably though, one thought led to another, and
soon I was more than just a social thinker. I began to think alone --
"to relax," I told myself -- but I knew it wasn't true. Thinking became
more and more important to me, and finally I was thinking all the time.
I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don't
mix, but I couldn't stop myself. I began to avoid friends at lunchtime
so I could read Thoreau and Kafka. I would return to the office dizzied
and confused, asking, "What is it exactly we are doing here?"
Things weren't going so great at home either. One evening I had turned
off the TV and asked my wife about the meaning of life. She spent that
night at her mother's.
I soon had a reputation as a heavy thinker. One day the boss called me in.
He said, "Skippy, I like you, and it hurts me to say this, but your
thinking has become a real problem. If you don't stop thinking on the job,
you'll have to find another job."
This gave me a lot to think about.
I came home early after my conversation with the boss. "Honey,"
I confessed, "I've been thinking..." "I know you've been thinking,"
she said, "and I want a divorce!"
"But Honey, surely it's not that serious."
"It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver. "You think as much as
college professors and college professors don't make any money,
so if you keep on thinking we won't have any money!"
"That's a faulty syllogism," I said impatiently, and she began to cry..
I'd had enough. "I'm going to the library,"
I snarled as I stomped out the door. I headed for the library, in the
mood for some Nietzsche, with NPR on the radio. I roared into the parking lot
and ran up to the big glass doors ... they didn't open. The library was
closed.
To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that
night.
As I sank to the ground clawing at the unfeeling glass, whimpering
for Zarathustra, a poster caught my eye.
"Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?" it asked.
You probably recognize that line. It comes from the standard Thinker's
Anonymous poster. Which is why I am what I am today: a recovering
thinker..
I never miss a TA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational
video; last week it was "Porky's." Then we share experiences about how
we avoided thinking since the last meeting.
I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just
seemed ... easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking.
Soon, I'll be able to vote Democrat.
