My concern is not to make people read, but to make them think. ~~ Montesquieu
It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then just to loosen up. Inevitably though, as often happens, one thought led to another, and before I realized it, 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 help myself. I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I could read Tony Robbins and the various Life’s Little Instruction Books. I would return to work dizzy and confused, asking, “What is it exactly we are doing here?”
Things weren’t going so great at home either. One evening I suddenly turned off the T-V and asked my wife, “What’s the meaning of life? Her only response was to roll her eyes. She spent the rest of the night in the basement playing Mario Brothers, while the kids were sent to their rooms. I soon had a reputation as a heavy thinker.
One day the boss called me in. He said, “Rick, I like you, and I hate to say this, but your thinking has become a problem. You’re spending way too many hours here and if you don’t stop thinking on the job, you’ll have to find another.”
This gave me a lot to think about. I came home after my conversation with the boss. “Mildred,” I confessed, “I’ve been thinkin …” “I know you’ve been thinking,” she said, “and I want a divorce!” “But baby, it can’t be that serious.” “It is serious,” she said, with her 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 crazy!” I said, and she began to stare.
Well, I’d had enough. “I’m going to the library,” I stuttered as I moved toward the door. I headed for the library, in the mood for some Leonardo… Da Vinci that is. So with an AM talk station on the radio I drove into the parking lot and ran up to the big glass doors but… 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 broken glass and whimpering for Stephen R. Covey, an amazing thing happned. A poster caught my eye. Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life? it asked. You might recognize the 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 gathering we watch a non-educational video; last week it was “The Hangover.” Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since our last meeting. Life just seemed easier… somehow, the wife was back to normal, the kids around more, less augumentative, everyone at peace… soon as I stopped thinking.
Note: This was adapted from an original story whose author is unknown. There is a lot of self-truth in it.