“I drank the Kool Aid on that,” is a phrase I sometimes use to show that I am an all-in, totally committed believer or participant in whatever the issue might be.
Today is the 31st anniversary of the creation of the phrase.
On November 18, 1978, Reverend Jim Jones and his cult died in the biggest murder/suicide in modern history in Jonestown, Guyana. Jones and his minions killed themselves with cyanide-laced Kool Aid. Survivors talked about participating in earlier drills in which all the members of the group drank Kool Aid they believed might kill them. They had bought into Jones’ religious message so deeply that they were willing to end their lives if he told them to.
Now, forget about the dying part; is there ANYTHING you’ve drunk the Kool Aid about? How about love, family, money (financial independence), God, good health, fun, your kids, democracy, that you control your own destiny, that someone or something else controls your destiny, prejudice (whoever the THEM might be), that the world owes you something, that men/women are jerks, that bosses are always trying to get something on you, that the people you manage are slackers?
What belief might you hold so deeply that you simply act on it without thinking? When that happens, especially if the belief is negative, you need to hear the sound of the top being torn off that little Kool Aid packet. Remember that?