(That's why I have you.)
I have a friend who tells me I have a thinking problem. She should know. She's a recovering thinker herself.
I thought I had my thinking under control. I thought I could hide it. That no one knew. But she always knows when I've been thinking. I can never fool her.
I don't know if I can stop. I don't know if I can get through the day without thinking.
I never think before noon. But I guess that's not enough because I think so much in the afternoon that I more than make up for it.
What if I was just a social thinker? You know, only when I'm with friends? They're thinking. Why shouldn't I be thinking, too?
She tells me thinking can be a serious problem and I shouldn'd make light of it. "One think is not enough and two is too many." She's right on the money on that one. I become someone else entirely once I start to thinking.
I promise her I can quit. I'll go cold turkey. I won't think any more. She just shakes her head and tells me it'll never last.
She urges me to take a look at how thinking is affecting my life. My work. I love her. I trust her. But I don't know if I can give up thinking - forever??
In blogdom, she said, I'll meet other thinkers just like me. Thinkers who will share their experiences with thinking. She tells me I'll get better if I share what thinking has done in my life.
I don't know if I believe her. But, for her and the ones I love, I'll try.
I've got to get my thinking under control!
Thank you, friend, for telling me I'm a problem thinker.
Note: I mean no disrespect towards those who think, who have a problem with thinking, or who are trying to quit.
*This morning: 2 million without power on the East Coast* …maybe we ought to think about, you know, getting some.