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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 had 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, “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, and she began 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. I roared into the parking lot and ran up to the big glass doors… they didn’t open. The library was closed. 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?”

You probably recognize that line. It comes from the standard Thinkers Anonymous (TA)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.

A group of guys and one girl are sitting together at a ball game.
During the game the guys notice the girl knew just as much
about the game as themselves, and are really impressed. After
the game they ask her, “How is it that you know so much
about baseball?”

She says, “Well, I used to be a guy and got a sex change.”

The guys are amazed, but very curious about the process.

“What was the most painful part of the process? Was it when
they cut IT off?”

“That was very painful, but was not the most painful part.”

“Was it when they cut off your balls?”

“That was very painful, but was not the most painful part.”

“What was the most painful part?”

“The part that hurt the most was when they cut my salary in
half!”

What do blondes put behind their ears to attract men?

Their ankles …

“My husband’s always playing around,” Liz complained to Debbie as they pedaled their exercise bicycles one morning. “It’s made me so anxious I can’t even eat.”

“Then why don’t you leave him?” Debbie asked.

“Oh, I will,” replied Liz, “just as soon as I hit 105.”

Santa was delivering gifts as usual, when at one house a beautiful young woman was awaiting his arrival. She begged him to stay and cuddle with her on the couch. Santa declined, saying “Ho -ho, gotta go. Gotta deliver these presents, you know.”

Trying again, the lovely young thing removed her clothing down to her underwear. “OH Santa, won’t you please stay?” she queried . Taking a long look, Santa sighed and said “Ho- ho, gotta go. Gotta deliver these presents you know.”

Not to be denied, this gorgeous female stripped off every stitch of remaining clothing, smiled and said invitingly “Oh, Santa, please reconsider? Stay with me?”

With a pained look on his face, Santa groaned and said “Ho – ho, gotta go. Gotta deliver these presents you know.” And with that, he turned and left. Several minutes passed, and Santa re-appeared, plopping himself down on the couch next to the beautiful woman.

“Santa—you decided to stay??” she asked.

Santa grinned, looking at his crotch and said “Hey – hey, gotta stay. Can’t get up the chimney THIS way!”



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