Monday, June 05, 2006


So lately while at work I've had to turn off my radio. I've been thinking too much about other things to pay attention to it. It's started bugging me, because I've been thinking more. I used to pick on my mom because she was always thinking about something. She could never enjoy a movie just as a movie, but would always have to find some "deep" meaning in it. Same with books. I have a friend who sometimes has to consciously tell herself to stop thinking at night so she can get to sleep. I used to be able to go for hours without a single conscious thought going through my head. Well, apparently all that's changed. Now I have started thinking a lot as well. It's so annoying, I just want to have peace and quiet and in pops a thought. ARGGGH. Well here's a little something I found that describes my dilemma (the author is unknown).


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 lunch time 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 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 "Dumb & 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. I think the road to recovery is nearly complete for me. Today, I registered to vote Democrat.

2 Supposings:

Blogger Barb supposed...

Hi, Micah!
I really enjoyed your post. - It gave me a lot to think about!! You know, some of us out here like thinking, though I for one admit it can get out of hand, and rather "noisy" in my head if I don't watch it and train myself in the area. Let me say, "Welcome to my world, son."

Also want to say a quick thank you--I just realized I recently watched Terminator 1,2, and 3 almost without a thought in my head! I'm slipping! But your post got me back on the right track yesterday. Instead of mindlessly watching some gory movies, I was really seeing how relentless the enemy could be--just like my enemy (because he's God's enemy) Satan--he will never quit--and he, like the Terminator(s), is aiming for all-out destruction--nothing less will do. In addition, his prey (John Conner and John's mother) had to become all-out focused and never give up--but they didn't have the God I have to help me against my nemesis.
Thanks again, Micah, and have a good day! Mom

8:11 AM  
Blogger SweetChicken supposed...

I did it!! Last night I managed to stop thinking!! It was so blissful!! It was wonderful!! It was heavenly!! I lay my little head down, and stopped thinking!! And before I knew it, my son was waking me up. Dad is right!! All you have to do is stop thinking!!

12:19 PM  

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