Cigarette: (n) a thin cylinder of finely cut tobacco rolled in paper for smoking.
If you live long enough you will see nearly everything in your life go through the natural Earth cycle.
It begins with “interesting.”
Then it becomes “cool.”
Following that comes “seems dangerous.”
And of course, the final step is “lethal.”
It doesn’t matter what you’re talking about. Why don’t we take something that would seem unlikely to apply to this category–like politics?
When the idea of starting a democracy in the New World was tossed on the table for discussion, it was deemed very interesting–so much so that we wrote several documents and put together a club.
After the club got together for a few meetings over some “brews and snuff,” we were enamored with the possibility–just jazzed with its coolness.
So we started political parties. The consensus was there should be at least two so there could be discussion. But immediately each party desired to be the predominant one, which led to some nasty exchanges, false accusations, and the introduction of cheating. Election after election began to prove out that winning was more important than truth, justice and the American Way. Difficulty arrived like a “plague of congress.”
So laws had to be passed because we were in danger of losing the freedom we had hoped to achieve because we allowed the politics to steer policy.
And then, all at once, with one cracky voice, the people proclaimed, “Politics is damn lethal.”
I bring this up because the same thing happened in my lifetime–and yours–with cigarettes.
At first they were interesting. Then cool. Next, plagued with some difficulty, proclaimed dangerous, and now seen as a nasty piece of our social sappiness, murdering people with tar and nicotine.
I often wonder if it’s possible to stop, while musing over something being interesting–and jump ahead to find out if it’s deadly.