On Sat, 24 May 2008 05:33:54 GMT, WingedMessenger <Boy@FlyingHigh.com>
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>"::darkshadows::" <blood@thirsty.net> wrote in
>news:4l3f345ii1k8645r38cgpp8rk0ssaq7emf@4ax.com:
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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.
>>
>> 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 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..."
>>
>> "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.
>>
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>Thats become obvious after reading your posts LOL
>
>Mercury.
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