ARE YOU A HEAVY THINKER?
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 well 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: "Dave, 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. "Susan,"
I confessed: "I've been thinking ..."
"I know you've been thinking," she said, "and I want
a divorce!"
"But surely it's not that serious, love?"
"It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver. "You
think as much as university lecturers, and lecturers 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 Radio
4 playing in the car. 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 Thinkaholics 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 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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