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KLSuddeth
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Dont slam the messenger when you read through this then get to the bottom line...... - I only am posting this cuz I thought it was FUNNY! :clap1:
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 turned off
the TV and asked my husband about the meaning of life. He spent that
night at his mother's.
I soon had a reputation as a heavy thinker. One day the boss called me
in. He said, "Pam, 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 place to work."
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, 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 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 "Dumb and Dumber." Then we share experience
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.
Soon, I will be able to vote Republican.
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 turned off
the TV and asked my husband about the meaning of life. He spent that
night at his mother's.
I soon had a reputation as a heavy thinker. One day the boss called me
in. He said, "Pam, 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 place to work."
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, 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 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 "Dumb and Dumber." Then we share experience
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.
Soon, I will be able to vote Republican.
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