Thinking about thinking

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A man decides to think.

Submitted: October 26, 2017

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  I woke up early in the morning around 7:00. Getting into the shower, I suddenly had the urge to drink coffee. I was craving coffee. I was looking for caffeine. I wanted to taste the earthy and dark roasted liquid. I wanted to pour the hot liquid down my throat. I stepped out of the shower and made coffee. I made enough for two cups and drank both cups and then I went out of the house because I needed to get to work. After work, I started to think. After thinking, I decided to think and so thinking that I oughta sit down somewhere and think, I walked about the square outside my workplace and then thinking that’s cold outside, I thought it best to sit down inside somewhere, sit down and think. Sit down and think and drink. Turning the corner, I walked inside the nearest bar and I went straight to a table in the corner with a long bench and sat down and started to think. As I sat there thinking, I thought that’d be best to order a drink. I waved down the waitress who smiled at me warmly and said, “well, how can I help you?” “I’ll take a beer,” I said. “In a separate glass?” “Yes.” “Sure, I can take care of that.” I watched her swing from my position and continue towards the bar where she talked to the bartender who said nothing but nodded. I decided that it wasn’t a very good idea to come to the bar because I just wanted to think. Too much noise, too much distraction. There’s no place a guy can go to just sit down and think. There’s no place a guy can go to think and not be distracted by something. No matter where a guy goes there’s always something to get in the way. It comes to him even though he is just trying to sit down and think and relax. It comes and it annoys and provokes his thoughts. It comes from God knows where and it eats him up and then spits him out. After sitting and thinking like this for a minute, the waitress came over with the beer, full of ice and beer streaming down the sides. She handed it to me with that warm smile and said, “here’s that beer.” To which I responded, “that’s great, thanks.” She paused for a second with a puzzled grin on her face. She looked me in the eyes for a second and then turned, but before doing so, she flashed that warm, sweet smile again and swept across the room back towards the bartender who didn’t look up to meet her but in the end, he nodded. I took a gulp and the beer cooled my throat as the liquid cascaded down. I took another gulp and this time with ice and afterwards I let out a satisfied sigh. I put the glass back on the table and I thought that maybe I should get going. But after thinking about that for a bit, I thought that I hadn’t done enough thinking and so I started to think again. I thought about the trip and I thought about Katie. I thought about Katie, the American who was studying in France. I looked down at my hand and noticed my thumb was shaking. My thumb was shaking rapidly and uncontrollably. I put all my effort into thinking about my thumb and how I wanted it to stop shaking. I put force into my thumb as if I was pressing down hard on something. Soon the thumb stopped shaking. I then turned my attention to my other hand whose thumb was also vibrating violently. I started to think about the other thumb and then it started to shake again. I looked at my right thumb and then I looked to my left thumb. They were both shaking. I thought it was really frustrating, I very much wanted both of my thumbs to stop shaking. I didn’t like the idea of being in a bar and having my thumbs shaking. That’s what I get for coming here. That’s what I get for leaving France and for leaving Katie. Now I’m back in the States and I can’t even think about what I want to think about and on top of it all, my thumbs are shaking. It’s all disappointment anyways. When I really think about it, it’s all just missteps. One misstep after the other. You go from spending time with a lady in France and it feels good and then you go to the States and your mind will not leave you straight.


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