Were You Ever A Deep Thinker? ......Are You Now??? (page 3)

LittleToe

I see that you've acquired sarcasm, along the way, Alan

Sunny... having been a sufferer as long as I remember, I don't recall a point which I can look at and say "at this point I became a deep thinker". What I do know about thinking too much, is that it can sometimes do more harm than good. Thoughts seem to fold in on themselves, until they are folded a million times, and the thought becomes so dense that it almost turns into a black hole, and you can think of nothing else.

My definition of thinking deep is being able to sit down for hours on end, and never not having a thought in your head. In trying to answer one question, it splits off into a hundred other questions that all need answering at once, and the effect keeps multiplying.

I think the reason that people suffering from depression tend to be "deep thinkers" is that with the lack of serotonin in the system, it dulls emotions, there is no happiness, sadness, etc, just numbness. And without emotions, we are just like computers, calculators. We just process facts and figures.

Just a thought.

FMZ

AlanF

Moi, LT?

AlanF

Sunnygal41

FMZ, wow............I guess I should be grateful that before I got married to someone I should never have married, I had only two moments in my life where I suffered from depression and when I think about those two instances, they were caused by transitory moments......one was when I was ill with mononucleosis and every cell in my body was literally screwed up.........the next instance where I cried basically a whole week was when my only sister got married and left for her honeymoon..........I had never been seperated from her before, and having grown up in an alcoholic home, we had bonded much deeper than normal siblings. Otherwise than that, til that moment I mentioned earlier, I was a very sunny, optimistic person. So, that is why I can remember the moment so clearly, and when that first awful, bleak, horrifying moment occurred, that was when the cascading effect you spoke of took place and before many days had passed I had dug my self a hole so deep it was months, then years before I came up for air. I remember calling the elder who married my husband and I and him coming over and I just looked at him and said: "I made a mistake, I am not in love with this person". It would take another 18 1/2 years before I ended the relationship. I remember him using a scripture in Psalms or is it in Proverbs about "not trusting our own thoughts"..........and it didn't do a thing to comfort me..........to this day, I still suffer from depression, but, I take Effexor for it now, so I can live a fairly normal life. For ten years I white knuckled it without medication, because my husband didn't want me to take it, and the elders scared us both into not going into therapy.

Terri

plmkrzy

you mean like this?

Lady Lee

Speaking here as an abuse survivor who had no way to protect myself physically I spent a lot of time observing my surroundings and trying to find ways to protect myself the best I could. I learned very early to watch people, to sense their moods and watch their behaviors. Spent a lifetime doing it.

I sometimes ask my husband what he is thinking and he says nothing. The weird thing he really means it. He says there are times when nothing is going on upstairs. Personally I don't get it. I have to work to turn mine off. There is always something going on in there. Now that doesn't mean it is always deep thoughts but I would suspect they are more often deep thoughts as expressed by some of my posts here than anything light and fluffy.

Can anyone find the off switch?

LittleToe

LL:
The only time my "off switch" gets hit is either when I'm too numb to think, else I'm "meditating" out the white noise (which sometimes is more tiring that just thinking - LOL).

FlyingHighNow

Me (at three): Mommie, where was I before I was born? (I am by now aware that I don't have long term memory.)

Mom: Uh, well, uh, um, um.

Me: Wellllll, where was I ??

Mommie: You were in heaven with the angels. (Pats me on the bottom) Now go play with your toys.

Me: (Now playing with my toys) The angels I've seen are all grown up. If I was an angel then I was all grown up. Now I'm a little kid and I get spanked and I have to take naps and eat stuff I don't like. Besides this, I don't remember being in heaven with the angels. Why would God make me a little kid after being a grown up angel? Why would God take away my memory of heaven? Heaven is supposed to be a way cool place.This pondeing goes on for two days.

Mommie: Hi, honey.

Me: Uh uh.

Mommie: Uh uh?

Me: I wasn't in heaven with the angels. God wouldn't make me a little kid and he wouldn't make me forget being in heaven.

My son at two: Mom, who made Jehovah?

Me: No one made Jehovah, darling. He has always been here.

My son goes off for two days, ponders the matter and comes back.

My son: Mommie, I'm not teaching my kids Jehovah had no beginning when I grow up.

Mommie: Why, honey?

My son: Because it doesn't make sense!

The other day.

My son who is now 19: Mom, you can't understand what I am saying because you will never think as deeply as me. No one thinks as deeply as me.

Me: okay, son. You're right, no one thinks as deeply as you.

I do think people who think too much and too in depth tend to get more depression. My doctor told me he thinks so, too. "The higher the IQ," he said, "the more chances of getting depressed. Intelligent people have more depression because they are less likely to pretend everything is okay."

I think maybe sometimes ignorance really can be bliss.I don't hurt my brain by trying to understand everything completely anymore. I still think too much at times but I am much more content to let some things slide.

Flyin'

Farkel

minimus,

: Do you find yourself thinking about things more in depth than ever before?

No. We want to be just as vapid, vacuous, unclever, inane, insipid, trite, silly, boring, and stupid as you. After all, YOU are our collective hero! You have elevated "silly and irrelevant" to a height that was not even comprehensible before you showed up.

You are an icon, minimus. I don't mean to praise you too much. You are just awesome! I hope you enjoy that glory people bestow upon you. Before I read your posts I was semi-normal. Now, I'm probably the only guy who's been diagnosed with Bulimia. I throw up a lot now. I don't know why.

My full-time and on-retainer therapist said to me the other day, "if you think they are so stupid, then WHY do you respond to those "minimus" threads?"

I said, "I'm just crazy, I guess."

He said, "You've got to pay me the big bucks to straighten you out, then."

I said, "Ok, if that's what it takes."

Farkel

minimus

Farkel, you're an ass.

Were You Ever A Deep Thinker? ......Are You Now???

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