The Tipping Point
No matter what we do in life, there will always be a point of no return. This is true for alcohol, gambling, drugs, the start of relationships, and anything that can cause addiction. I know someone who has been smoking for years in the following way: He has been smoking for 13 years, and every two years, he quits. He usually promises to stop, but of course, he can't, so after shorter or longer breaks, he lights up an extra light cigarette of 1mg strength, at first just one a day. He smokes that for a few months, then comes the 3-4 mg, followed by the 6 mg Marlboro light, until he always finds himself smoking red box Marlboros with 10 mg per stick, already a whole pack, but after a while even that is not enough. Where is the critical point when there's no turning back? Is it at the lighting of the very first "I'll only smoke one a day" cigarette, or on the first day he switches to a stronger cigarette? Of course, it's different for everyone, but it wouldn't hurt to be aware of this, especially when we're talking about harmful addictions, because each and every one of them will screw up your life.
Cigarettes are, of course, a fundamental cause of all types of cancer, although they are undoubtedly one of the most wonderful poisons on earth. Drugs cause a complete social downfall in the long run, but unfortunately, I don't even have enough fingers on one hand to count how many people in my circle of acquaintances use cocaine weekly, not to mention how many promising careers are currently going down the drain even in these very days. Yet, it all started with just one street, or with a Jolán back in high school. Cigarettes, weed, drugs. This is always the career path on the highway of drug use. This is a particularly painful point for me, because I hear that an ex-girlfriend of mine also lost her footing due to drugs, but I won't go into that now, because I suffered enough because of that girl for a year and a half. Let's move on, because here's gambling, which I also had experience with, and in fact, it defined my past few years. I remember it all started with a 2,000 forint coupon I found in an FHM magazine back in 2002, which over the years resulted in a 7-8 million forint loss if I calculated correctly. I wonder when I crossed that certain critical point there? Was it when Dave and I won 54,000 forints on a thousand at the Westend, and we believed that the sky was the limit? I don't know, but there's one more factor here. Yes, eating, because I believe that this is just as harmful and toxic as those listed above, and it is indeed capable of perfectly and completely screwing up a person's life, with obesity as a direct consequence. I received some feedback that overweight people can also be happy and it's not all about appearance, and they can still live a full life, and I shouldn't be such a shallow jerk.
First of all, every person lies to themselves about a happy life in whatever way they can. Secondly, of course, there is a happy life beyond 110 kilos, it's another question how long that insanely happy life will last. Thirdly, I don't give a flying f*** about who lies to themselves about a happy life while being obese, or why women comfort themselves by thinking their partners like them that way, and that there are men who specifically like that. I don't care, but I shouldn't have to witness this. The sight of an obese person visually pollutes my living space, because it's one thing that they are such a slovenly, uncontrolled, and unrestrained being, but how dare they make me have to watch this? I'm not writing this blog and I'm not trying to guide everyone to this lifestyle because I'm so worried about your health, because if that were the case, I'd become a district doctor and take bribes. But rather so that you look good, because this is a display world built on appearances, and everyone truly knows this. You can spout the greatest clichés here, but the world in its current form is built on externals, the media suggests this, and we face this every single damn day.
If you are a man, tall, handsome, with a good physique, you will achieve 100 times more with half the effort than a short, balding, pathetic wimp. This is twenty-eight million times more true for women. Tall and short, beautiful and ugly, fat and thin, rich and poor, these are constant factors that no one ever thinks for a moment about which to choose. Oh, your partner loves you as you are and chose you. Well, yes, a classic example of the 'birds of a feather flock together' effect, but don't forget for a minute that they might not have chosen you because they were so into you; it's possible their options were simply limited to you. I also would like to drive an Audi, but if I only have the option of a Suzuki, then I'll drive that because there's nothing else, that's it, I have to love it. This type of person explores their limits, then compromises, lowers their standards significantly, and finally chooses from those within their level, and then whatever happens, happens.
The critical point. Beyond the critical point, destruction accelerates, and beyond a certain point, the process becomes irreversible. This applies to weight gain just as much as to drugs or anything else in life that eventually negatively defines our daily lives. I don't know if anyone is familiar with the butterfly effect, which states that even the biggest tornado can be caused by the flap of a butterfly's wings. Let's not delude ourselves. Everyone knows how much food they shouldn't eat, everyone sees themselves in the mirror, but most importantly, everyone knows what would be ideal for them, those who have a healthy perspective on the world and a developed self-image. What are the expectations of a given society and what is the minimum level that should be met. It's not by chance that there's such an emphasis on first impressions, love at first sight, or, above a certain level in business, on protocol expectations. Are these based on inner values or on external appearances? Fashion, your home, your car, your makeup, everything is a showcase. Life is about appearances and creating an illusion, which even the humanities students in canvas pants with shoulder bags and cardigans, and the BME mechanical engineers who resemble alien life forms, acknowledge, or at least are aware of. Obviously, content will become important after a certain time, but we cannot introduce ourselves to 6 billion people.
The critical point, which you really shouldn't reach, because in the end you might find yourselves on the pages of artsyspot.com as a cautionary tale.
