Tons of people have written recaps of their time at FinCon18. You really don’t need another one. But I did find something to talk about that is unique even here in the blogger forest.
Nobody smokes at FinCon.
Don’t get me wrong, I know that hyperbole can be a writer’s friend, but I meant that LITERALLY, nobody else smoked cigarettes at FinCon.
By day 2, it was weird and I was consciously watching out for another person. By day three, I was actively hoping not to see another smoker so that I could say LITERALLY nobody else was smoking.
I would see someone now and again, but it was always a Barnes & Noble conference person, or a Microsoft conference person, never a FinCon person.
I found this interesting even though it made perfect sense.
Who in a group of naturally frugal people would waste money on a dumb habit that was bad for your wallet and your health? Not FinCon types right?
Not even me really, I am
quit mostly quit for years now. My wife or I buy a pack when we are at a wedding, or on vacation, or drinking, or at a seminar.
It all stems from a magical time long long ago when smoking was actually a habit that brought people together. In its heyday, a smoke break meant you instantly made a couple of new friends. Light up and meet your new fellow smoker.
Deluxe Social Lubricant, some would say better than alcohol.
Fast forward a decade or so and you can’t even smoke in a bar???
Nowadays a smoker is the social pariah of the group. The person who has to excuse himself from the fun to go feed his habit.
I know on a macro level this development is a good thing for society. But that doesn’t mean the world didn’t also lose something valuable. Maybe intangible, but something missing nonetheless.
One mystery I did solve. It used to be that standing against the wall at the party where you did not know anyone was awkward. Pulling out a cigarette and smoking actually solved that dilema to some degree. I am not doing nothing, I am smoking.
I racked my brain until it clicked, that cigarette has simply been replaced with the phone. Who me? I am not a social dullard standing here near the punch bowl, I am ‘on my phone‘. Maybe texting with the Pope, you don’t know.
So as I periodically ducked out of FinCon to burn one, I always made sure to wash my hands when I went back in.
Nobody seemed to mind too much, they were still nice to me.