Instalment One Hundred and Fifty Five

“If you thought about eating meat for too long you’d stop doing it!” her father joked from the barbecue. It was a family tradition going back years, the getting together and the dad joke.

But this time she thought about it, she thought about it for however long too long is. And she stopped eating meat.

So she thought about other things until she had thought about them for however long too long is. In case there were more things to stop doing.

There were.

She thought about cars for too long and never got in one again. Too dangerous.

But you can’t think about things for too long for too long.

Because the next thing she thought about for too long was friends. Friends from school, friends she spent every waking hour with but now couldn’t even find on Facebook. They’d not even met up like they agreed after hearing that Pulp song. Time’s gentle breeze had blown until they drifted apart. Friendships were sorrowful, she thought, so she stopped.

Then she thought about thinking about things for however long too long is for however long too long is. 

So she stopped thinking. Only then did Ignorance find bliss.