Just a thought!

Just remember, this is a joke! :)  - Roshan

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 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 

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.

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This message was sent on 11 Oct 1996