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[pdx_prog]

Thinkers Anonymous

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. That was when things began to sour at home. 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 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?"

One day the boss called me in. He said, "Listen, 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. She exploded in tears of
rage and frustration, but I was in no mood to deal with the emotional drama.
"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. I roared into
the parking lot with NPR on the radio 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 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
watch a lot more Fox News now. I still have my job, and things are a lot better at
home. Life just seemed . .. . easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking.
I think the road to recovery is nearly complete for me.

Today, I registered to vote Republican.

[Strong Atheist]

1. Lol! nt.