"Mitch, what are you thinking?"

 

"What???"

 

"What what?", he asked.

 

"You call me a midget?"

 

"No, No. I was calling you Mitch. M-I-T-C-H"

 

"Oh...okay."

 

"What are you thinking?"

 

"I'm trying not to think", she said.

 

"How are you trying not to think?", he asked.

 

"Well...I really can't help thinking, can I?"

 

"No, you can't."

 

"So, I'm going to instead allow myself to think."

 

"And how do you suppose to allow yourself to think?", he asked.

 

"Honestly, I don't know."

 

"Then let everything be. It will settle down.", he said.

 

"And how do I let everything be?", she enquired.

 

He looked at her groping for an answer.

 

"I think my technique is better, atleast for me. If I keep thinking, I will think a lot of good and also a lot of garbage and when I grow tired, I will not think."

 

"Not a bad idea,", he agreed.