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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.
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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?"
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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,
"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.
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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 a quiver.
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"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. I roared
into the parking lot and ran up to the big glass doors... they
didn't open. The library was closed.
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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 Thinkers 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 "The Three Stooges."
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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