tank girl
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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. That was when I asked my boyfriend about the meaning of life. He spent that night at his mother's.
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 lunch time 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?"
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," he said, "I want out!!"
"But surely it's not that serious."
"It is serious," he said, lower lip aquiver. "You think as much as outspoken intellectuals, and intellectuals don't make any money, just a lot of censorship and controversy so if you keep on thinking, we might even be branded guilty of terrorist activity!"
"That's a faulty syllogism," I said impatiently. He 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 Nietzsche. I roared into the parking lot with ‘Depeche’ Mode on the radio and ran up to the big glass doors... They didn't open. The library was closed. To this day, I sincerely believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night.
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?" it asked. You probably recognize that 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 meeting we watch a recorded broadcast off Fox Network; last week it was "O’Reilly." Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the last meeting. I still have my job, and things are much easier leaving the thinking to those guys in control.
Life just seemed ... easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking. I think the road to recovery is nearly complete for me. Today, I tried to register to vote Republican...but then remembered I wasn't eligible to ,due to one appalling abberation; failing to have the god-given honour to be known as an American Citizen
Yours -with love,
Tank Girl.