"::darkshadows::" <blood@thirsty.net> wrote in
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> Are You a Problem Thinker?
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> 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.
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> 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?"
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> Things weren't going so great at home either. 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 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 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..."
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> "I know you've been thinking," she said, "and I want a divorce!"
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> "But Honey, surely it's not that serious."
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> "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.
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> 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.
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> 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.
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> I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just
> seemed... easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking.
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Thats become obvious after reading your posts LOL
Mercury.
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