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Do you think too much?
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| MrJiveBoJingles |
Do You Think Too Much?
[Author unknown.]
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 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. |
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| Sunsnail |
| I used to think more than I do now. Not sure why. |
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| dallastar |
| I think way to much for my own good!:( |
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| Aristronica |
| /throws yellow flag. |
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| Silky Johnson |
| I've always been a thinker, but it's never stopped me from functioning in society. Seems most people think to the point of anxiety...worrying over things they can't control, what other people think of them, etc....stupid like that. Not me! |
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| Ivand |
| I suffer from what i call Over Complication Syndrome. Oh well, im studying engineering |
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| Slylee |
| i'm with sunsnail. for some reason over the past year or so, i've mellowed out a lot with my overanalyzing . i just take things for what they are now and if i catch myself thinking about something too much, i make it a point to stop. |
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| Ian |
| quote: | Originally posted by Sunsnail
I used to think more than I do now. Not sure why. |
drugs :p |
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| Silky Johnson |
| quote: | Originally posted by Ian
drugs :p |
Aha! |
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| Ian |
| it is a serious problem though. I suffer badly with it. my mind automatically disects everything into so many little processes making what should be an easy task seem so hard. It's hard to explain to anyone who hasn't had it at some point or another, because these things happen subconsciously and you can't just think "no i won't do that" because it invariably happens |
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