It started out innocently enough.
I began to think at parties. You know, just a little 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 even back then I knew it wasn't true.
Thinking became more and more important to me, and eventually I was thinking all the time. I would get up in the morning and start thinking before breakfast and I would think right up until I passed out at night. That was when things began to go bad at home. One evening, I turned off th…