‘It started out innocently enough.
I began to think at parties now and again, just 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 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’s.