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Postby sundaymorningstaple » Fri, 04 Feb 2011 6:02 pm

It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then - just to loosen up and be a part of the crowd.

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, Camus and Kafka. I would return to the office dizzied and confused, asking, "What is it exactly that 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, 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 a fallacious 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 John Locke. 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 and whimpering for Emerson, 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 joined the Democratic Party



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Postby Strong Eagle » Fri, 04 Feb 2011 7:26 pm

Great joke... it's the wrong party, though... it's the Republiclowns that can't think there way out of a room with an unlocked door.

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Postby sundaymorningstaple » Fri, 04 Feb 2011 7:56 pm

I knew I'd get a bite and I knew who! Just couldn't resist.

How's the recuperation coming along?

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Postby Strong Eagle » Sat, 05 Feb 2011 12:10 am

sundaymorningstaple wrote:I knew I'd get a bite and I knew who! Just couldn't resist.

How's the recuperation coming along?


61 year old people should not do extreme riding. The sprain on my right leg is mostly healed... bone bruises much better... toes are turning to a lighter shade of purple, and the muscle bruises on my calf feel better... only one or two painful spots. The puncture wound in my calf that struck bone is nearly healed. I don't recommend crashing.

On the left leg, big toe is mostly healed. Strength has returned to my left hand such that I can finally pull the clutch on my Valk. Joints are returning to normal.

It was an unbelievable trip... and had I known what I was getting into, I would have never done it. My guide said, "I knew you could do it". All I could say was, "Assh*le!". Definitely a trip for younger men.

And having said that, about the most incredible ride I ever took in my life. I cannot believe what I rode, and I have seen things that are only seeable if you are willing to travel to the most remote parts of Laos... and I did that.

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Postby sundaymorningstaple » Sat, 05 Feb 2011 9:19 am

You got my vote! Even if you are a deluded democrat. :cool:


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