Anybody Want to Be Famous?
Have you ever wished that you were really famous? Like a movie star or a famous writer or an exceptional athlete? On the surface it would seem like a wonderful thing . . . having people instantly recognize you, know your name, wanting your autograph, wanting to be seen with you, wanting to touch you. You'd get special priviledges; you wouldn't have to stand in lines like normal people, waiters would seat you immediately. But I think the "rich and famous" pay far too high a price for that fame.
Imagine not being able to go ANYWHERE and just be yourself. You'd always have to be "on display", looking the part, minding your P's and Q's. You couldn't go on a picnic with your family without people staring. You could never have a disagreement with your spouse without it showing up in the tabloids. You couldn't ride on an airplane without people asking for your autograph. You couldn't run to the grocery store for a gallon of milk if you were having a bad hair day. It would be like living in a cage at the zoo, with no freedom.
Everything you said would be quoted somewhere, whether or not you'd had a chance to think through your comments. You'd be misquoted as well. And you'd be a target. A target for con men, beggars, charities. You'd never know whether people liked you because of who you are deep inside or because you're famous.
Nope! I wouldn't want to be famous at all. I like my life the way it is, thank you very much.
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