My Thinking Problem ... nyuk, nyuk
Brian K Berger (berger@juno.com)
Mon, 16 Sep 1996 22:28:27 EDT
I don't know what to "think of this" LOL
Brian Berger
Manchester, NH
Brian_Berger@JUNO.COM
On Mon, 16 Sep 1996 10:34:12 CDT Tyler Nally <tnally@csci.csc.com>
writes:
>Greetings Saints in Jesus name!
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>...enjoy!
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>Bro. Tyler
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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!"
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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 a PBS
>station 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.
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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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