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The Dangers of Thinking

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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 my self – but I knew it wasn’t true. Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I was thinking all th time. i began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don’t mix, but I couldn’t stop my self. 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, “ I like you and it hurts me to sat 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 professor 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. I roared into the parking lot and run up to the big glass doors…the didn’t open. The library was closed. 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?”

You probably recognise that line. It comes from the standard “Thinkers Anonymous” (TA) poster, which is why I am what I am today: 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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