It happens all the time.
We find a band that we love. No one else knows about them. Six weeks later they are on the cover of Entertainment Weekly and being played non-stop on MTV (if MTV still did the music thing).
We feel a little cheated. Like something that was ours, that was personal, was stolen away from us when it went mainstream. It feels less pure and ruined.
I kinda have that feeling about Pope Francis.
In 2005 when Pope John Paul II died many of my catholic friends asked me who I thought would be the next pope.
My typical response was, “I have no idea how all of that works, but there is this cardinal in Argentina who I really like. He rides the bus. He lives in a simple one bedroom apartment and cooks his own food. How neat would it be if someone like that was the next pope.”
I didn’t think it was a reasonable thought. I didn’t think it was something that was going to happen.
It was just a beautiful thought to have.