To: username who wrote (34714 ) 2/13/1998 10:56:00 AM From: blankmind Respond to of 61433
> Are YOU a problem thinker? > > 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 husband about the meaning of life. He spent that > night at his mother's. > > I soon had a reputation as a heavy thinker. One day the boss called me > in. He said, "Rose, 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," he said, "and I want a divorce!" > > "But Honey, surely it's not that serious." > > "It is serious," he 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 he became enraged. > > 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. >