It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and
then -- just 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.
That was when things began to sour at home. 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 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?
One day the boss called me in. He said "Listen, I like you, and it hurts me to
say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don't stop
thinking at work, 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 confess, 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. She exploded in tears of rage
and frustration, but I was in no mood to deal with the emotional drama.
"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. I roared into the parking lot with
NPR on the radio 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.
Leaning on 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 Thinkers 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. I think the road to recovery
is nearly complete for me.
Today I took the final step. I registered to vote as a Republican.
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