reason help: Lost, But all sorted… - Help.com

I don’t know what “sorted” means, but it sounds like you might have a slight problem with thinking.

There’s a support group I feel like I should recommend to you. It is called “Thinkers Anoymous”, and can help with those troubling thinking habits.

Here’s a testimonial, maybe you could consider what he’s saying and see if it rings true for you, if so maybe you’d like to start going to meetings, spending some time not thinking, maybe even not sitting. Anyway, here’s what I’m referring to:

Thinkers Anonymous wrote:
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. 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, “Skippy, 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 a college professor, 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, with a PBS station on the radio. I roared into the parking lot and ran up to the big glass doors….but they didn’t open. The library was closed.

To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night. As I sank to the ground clawing at the unfeeling glass, simpering 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 Thinkers Anonymous poster. It is responsible for 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.

Well, it’s a joke…

Granted, it’s not very funny in itself, but laughter is the best medicine. You have to be proactive in seeing the irony in every human drama. Satan took himself too seriously and fell by force of gravity.

I like it. It speaks to the risk of living too much inside your head.

the middle of heaven and the hot place is purgatory, trust me I know. see, when you overthink things get all twisted. it’s bizzare but you have to appreciate the irony, things make sense when you think about it:p