{"id":2532409,"date":"2005-11-11T20:16:00","date_gmt":"2005-11-11T20:16:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/2005\/11\/11\/A-Tale-Of-Recovery\/"},"modified":"2007-11-26T03:37:58","modified_gmt":"2007-11-26T03:37:58","slug":"A-Tale-Of-Recovery","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/?p=2532409","title":{"rendered":"A Tale Of Recovery"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class='sustuff'>Stumbleupon <a href='http:\/\/horsewithnobunty.stumbleupon.com\/review\/2532409\/'>Review<\/a>\n<\/div>\n<p> <b>A Tale Of Recovery <\/b><\/p>\n<ul>\nIt started out innocently enough. I began to think at cocktail parties. Now and then &#8212; just to loosen up. <\/p>\n<p>Inevitably, though, one thought led to another, and soon I was more than just a social thinker. I began to think alone &#8212; &#8220;to relax,&#8221; I told myself &#8212; but I knew it wasn&#8217;t true. <\/p>\n<p>Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I was thinking all the time. <\/p>\n<p>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&#8217;s. <\/p>\n<p>I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don&#8217;t mix, but I couldn&#8217;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, &#8220;What is it exactly we are doing here?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>One day the boss called me in to his office. He said, &#8220;Listen, I like you, and it hurts me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don&#8217;t stop thinking on the job, you&#8217;ll have to find employment elsewhere.&#8221; This gave me a lot to think about. <\/p>\n<p>I came home early after my conversation with the boss. &#8220;Honey,&#8221; I confessed, &#8220;I&#8217;ve been thinking &#8230;&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I know you&#8217;ve been thinking,&#8221; she said, &#8220;and I want a divorce!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;But honey, surely it&#8217;s not that serious.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;It is serious,&#8221; she said, lower lip aquiver. &#8220;You think as much as college professors, and college professors don&#8217;t make any money, so if you keep on thinking, we won&#8217;t have any money!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s a faulty syllogism,&#8221; I said impatiently. She exploded in tears of rage and frustration, but I was in no mood to deal with the emotional drama. &#8220;I&#8217;m going to the library,&#8221; I snarled as I stomped out the door. <\/p>\n<p>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&#8230; They didn&#8217;t open. The library was closed. <\/p>\n<p>To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night. <\/p>\n<p>As I sank to the ground, clawing at the unfeeling glass, whimpering for Zarathustra, a poster caught my eye. &#8220;*Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?&#8221;* it asked. <\/p>\n<p>You probably recognize that line. It comes from the standard Thinker&#8217;s Anonymous poster. Which is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker. <\/p>\n<p>I never miss a TA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational video; last week it was &#8220;Porky&#8217;s.&#8221; Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the last meeting. <\/p>\n<p>I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. <\/p>\n<p>Life just seemed&#8230; easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking. <\/p>\n<p>I believe the road to recovery is nearly complete for me. <\/p>\n<p>Today, I registered to vote as a Republican&#8230;..<\/ul>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Stumbleupon Review A Tale Of Recovery It started out innocently enough. I began to think at cocktail parties. Now and then &#8212; just to loosen up. Inevitably, though, one thought led to another, and soon I was more than just &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/?p=2532409\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":""},"categories":[1381],"tags":[400569],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2532409"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2532409"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2532409\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2532409"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2532409"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2532409"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}