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I've found that if you speak as if with authority on nearly any topic, most people will believe you. This frightens me.

Monday, June 20, 2005

okay this IS funny

I got this in an email today -- in lieu of forwarding it across the world, I just post it here, where it can be ignored by those who want to ignore it.

I started out as a social thinker and told myself I could stop whenever I wanted but before I knew it I had an uncontrollable thinking problem.

It began 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.

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.

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 asked my wife about the meaning of life. She told me I thought too much and went back to reading her romance novel.

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 didn't care if it was hardcover or paperback.

I roared into the parking lot with Mozart blaring from 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. Leaning on the unfeeling glass, a poster caught my eye: "Friend. Is heavy thinking ruining your life?" it asked. You probably recognize that line. It comes from the standard Thinkers 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.

I think the road to recovery is nearly complete for me. Today, I registered to vote as a Democrat...

2 Comments:

Blogger Mommyleek said...

Heh, even us democrats have a sense of humor. :)

How go the wedding plans, etc?

10:39 AM  
Blogger 666poetry-finchnot said...

LOL

11:05 AM  

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