Do You Think To Much?

El pensar es como la droga... Si no me creen lean este relato!!

It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and thento loosen up. Inevitably though, one thought led to another, and soon I was morethan just a social thinker.
I began to think alone - "to relax," I told myself - but I knew it wasn'ttrue. Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I was thinkingall 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. Iwould return to the office dizzied and confused, asking, "What is it exactly weare doing here?"
Things weren't going so great at home either. One evening I had turned offthe TV and asked my wife about the meaning of life. She spent that night at hermother'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 hasbecome a real problem. If you don't stop thinking on the job, you'll have tofind another job." This gave me a lot to think about.
I came home early after my conversation with the boss. "Honey," Iconfessed, "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 collegeprofessors, and college professors don't make any money, so if you keep onthinking we won't have any money!"
"That's a faulty syllogism," I said impatiently, and she began to cry. I'dhad enough. "I'm going to the library," I snarled as I stomped out thedoor.
I headed for the library, in the mood for some Nietzsche, with a PBSstation on the radio. I roared into the parking lot and ran up to the big glassdoors... they didn't open. The library was closed.
To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me thatnight. As I sank to the ground clawing at the unfeeling glass, whimpering forZarathustra, a poster caught my eye. "Friend, is heavy thinking ruining yourlife?" it asked. You probably recognize that line. It comes from the standardThinker's Anonymous poster.
Which is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker. I never miss a TAmeeting. 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 thelast meeting.
I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life justseemed... easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking.