Couldn’t stop myself from posting this. I got it from a listserve.
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. 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 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 if it doesn’t stop, I’ll
file for 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 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. I think the
road to recovery is nearly complete for me.
Today, I registered to vote Republican…
This is a classic!
This is a classic!