Thinking
By: Russell Shaw,
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It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then — just 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 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 help myself.
I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I could read Thoreau, Muir, Confucius 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. Leaning on 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 Thinkers Anonymous poster.This 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 took the final step…I started blogging.
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[...] A hilarious twist… Published December 27, 2007 Uncategorized … on the dangers of excecessive thinking. Now who wants to be Fake Russel Shaw? [...]
Yer a funny guy, Russell! Anyone ever tell you that?
I want to be the fake Geno, but I’m not that good..
Hilarious
If I stop an think about this personal confession I must admit that I too am guilty of indulgent thinking. (WOW! It feels so good to let that out . . . ).
Thank you Russell for lowering the gate on the wagon.
I don’t get it.
I get it….
I think…
Oh, well…
Jim
I’ve always loved the scarecrow on Wizard of Oz! Great post.
Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum
Thanks for the laugh….LOVE IT!
Thanks a lot Russell. Now you’ve got me thinking again. I was on the wagon
Sean…btw, I dressed up and went out as myself on Halloween. It wasn’t that great…
Outstanding, Russell!
I don’t get it either, Kris. Is Russell the fake Greg?
Russell this is funny. Getting a good laugh at one’s self is a-ok! Thanks for the chuckles.
kk