reminding you

Am I allowed to think about breathing?

Don't you find thinking about breathing makes the actual act of breathing a lot harder to do?
Better let Ze handle that one too. . . .

must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. must not think. . .

i once had this problem... you know... thinking. i'd gotten into it by accident... my senior year of college i started hanging out with the wrong crowd, a crass bunch of anthropology students and feminist theorists who wore shirts that said "neoliberalism sucks" and "WWMD: what would mohanty do." i tried it - thinking - once, "to be cool"... next thing i knew i was doing it surreptitiously at football games, in the car - once or twice i even caught myself thinking in class! i'd gotten pretty good at hiding it - from my friends, my family, even myself - but it was self-destructive behavior, and deep down i hoped that someone would recognize my problem before it was to late...

it almost was.

i'm told it was pretty shocking to watch - apparently i started babbling about the intersections between science as situated knowledge and bourdieu's concept of power - but my body's fight-or-flight response managed to shut me down almost immediately and i went into a coma. it took months of intense therapy - watching "real world," reading "Cosmo," surfing ze's site - before i was back to a semblance of myself again.

now i'm a graduate student, and almost fully recovered - but i've never forgotten how easy it was to get in too deep. the warning signs were there - so please, if you see your friends thinking, do the right thing: stand 'em on their head over a keg, and when they're good and ready, turn up right-side-up to watch some ze.
it's the least you can do.

can i think about not thinking?

speaking of truth: have you seen this?
http://wewillnotbesilenced.cf.huffingtonpost.com/

Incidentally DenaliWoman, I was thinking along the same lines when I came to post.

Thank heavens for grad. school; it has almost cured me of thinking.

ASHA is my overlord. ASHA is good. ASHA is right. BRAIIIINNNNNSSSSSSS.....