Thinking

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Thinking...

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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! "

" 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 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

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 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.

-- Author Unknown

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Dear All,

I loved this message and being a recovering thinker..I saw so much light, beauty

in this message..hence i am sharing this with you all..

I am learning to think ..to be present NOW.. in this moment and be

OPEN..RECEIVING & in LOVE..

Much Love..With Hopes that this message will bring smiles

Nachi