Fabulous post!! You have described most of my life ;) I don't even bother thinking out loud with most people any more... that's why I occasionally talk on forums such as this instead ;)
On Jul 10, 12:25 am, DarkwaterBlight <[email protected]> wrote: > 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 would lead 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 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 one." 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. > > Anynomous
