Your mother warned you. Never run with scissors! You could put your eye out! You could bleed to death! Seems a little dramatic huh? Yet I have never heard of a child, or an adult for that matter injuring themselves while running (or walking really fast) with scissors.
Most people would agree there is some risk involved with everything. If you use your phone while driving, there is a chance you may get distracted and have an accident. If you eat your soup too soon, you could get burned, and if you mess around you could still end up “a little pregnant” even if you jump up and down afterwards. Its human nature to do things that is risky if we like doing it, and it gives us pleasure.
What if as adults we were told you can’t do this or that because of the risk involved? We are. The government, our employers, doctors and other “authorities” tell us all the time “that’s too risky; you can’t/shouldn’t do that”. Up until the last decade or so it was common to have workplaces that allowed smoking in their offices. Now local governments and health departments have all but eliminated the idea of an adult enjoying a flaming dog turd flavored stick in their office. However there are still those determined to pollute their lungs (and the lungs of anyone within twenty feet of them) during work hours. This causes a mass exodus of pleasure seekers about once an hour to flavor country for a “fresh air” break at work blocking doorways and sidewalks for anyone who dares to patronize their employer. Am I being dramatic? Perhaps. Then again maybe not.
So you may think as your reading this, oh… this guy is one of those preachy types that condemns tobacco or any other “vice” that brings me pleasure. Not so. I too used to partake of the evil pleasure stick that smells like smoldering rotting flesh. We would all stand outside breathing fire and smoke like dragons daring anyone to criticize our desire to feel good and relieve our stress. However I had a selfish reason for wanting to smoke. I wanted to fit in. I wanted to be cool. I didn’t want to miss out on all the “fresh air” breaks at work. I couldn’t stand out there with the crowd and not smoke. I would be an outsider then, AND I wouldn’t get all those nice breaks when everyone wanted to know that “they had come a long way baby”.
