Thoughts from Crow Cottage (My Main Blog.)
crowbelle's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thinker's Anonymous THINKER'S ANONYMOUS ������������������������ It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then, just to loosen up a little. 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 husband about the meaning of life - he spent that night at his folks'. ������������ I soon had a reputation as a heavy thinker. One day the boss called me in. She said, "You know, 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, I'll have to let you go." 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," he said, "and I want a divorce!" But Honey, surely it's not that serious?" "It IS serious," he said, his lower lip a-quiver. "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 he 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 have 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.... ������������������������������� ...soon, I may be able to vote Republican! [The text above is not original, but since I don't know its author (thanks Margaret for sending it to me!) it must remain Anonymous. And the last part, about maybe voting Republican? Now you all know me better than that --- not in a million years will that ever happen! I'd rather go back to binge-thinking again!] Cheers! Bex 11:10 am - 12 July 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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