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 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 even more 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, which caused her 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 NPR 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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<font color=green><i>Feet are frozen, hair's on fire, on the average, everything's fine.</i></font color=green>
No. All of the children are sons. So half of them are sons and so is the other half.
Anyway here is a more everyday-like puzzle:
<b>Its a rainy and stormful night! You pass a busstop in your 2-person sportswagon and see three people waiting for the bus:
1) An older woman in need for medical care.
2) A very dear friend that once saved your life.
3) The most beautiful woman you ever saw.
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What do you choose? provided that the car only has space for one passenger.
<i><b>Artificial intelligence will never be a match for natural stupidity</b></i>
I´ve seen this one before, a long time ago here at THGC.
Someone came up with a clever answer for it which I ofcourse have forgot
and I´m to lazy to make a search...
My thinking at the moment revolves solely around black fronted optical drives and how im gonna get my hands on them!!! The shop which had the exact models i wanted said they dont have them... thats not what their website says!
<b>And if you gaze for long into Toms Hardware Forums, The Forum gazes also into you! </b>
Warning: Does not make you a thinker. I'd call it Anti-thinking, but that's just my little fantasy world. Grab a History book, instead. Radioactive Medicine will also do, in a pinch.
2) "You think as much as college professors"
While professors think, the <i>VAST</i> majority just think about their little fscking world that they live in, regardless of what's going on in the actual world. Planes flying into buildings, and whatnot. Then they have the (I'd call it ignorance, but I'm going to be tolerant here) gall to join in with the rest of the club and say things like "why did this happen", and "these people are just an axis of evil".
3) "Life just seemed... easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking"
Jesus, I know. I remember when I used to not think; I just went to work and played the game. I trace the entire problem back to SSRI's. If I had a time machine, I'd have burned the labs that were doing SSRI research. God damn selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors...
[Jedi mind trick] You LOVE Palladium. [/mind trick]
LIKE HELL I WILL. Those historians are just the worst kind. They incite thinking. And not just plain old thinking, but <i>long term thinking</i>. Ultimately, I think historians are the plague of humanity. Historians are those smug theorising bastards who say witty but ultimately useless things like "seen this before, but the scale was a lot smaller". God Damn those know-it-all assholes.
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<font color=green><i>Feet are frozen, hair's on fire, on the average, everything's fine.</i></font color=green>
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