Thank you Amanda, I'm glad you enjoyed it! It's ironic that even some of the smartest people pfrefer the mundane over that which requires the use of the brain! I think that being comfotable in a familiar paridigm has much to do with it. When ssomeone begins to chip away at old belief systems and the comfotable norms of society in order to improve life whether for personal or the quality of life for all, the status quo is threatened and the bar begins to raise. "Uh-oh! Time to squash this vermin!"
On Jul 31, 10:38 am, AmandaRheen <[email protected]> wrote: > 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- Hide quoted text - > > - Show quoted text -
