For a long time, I’ve wanted to be a rock star. Or a movie star. Or, more recently, a famous internet entrepreneur. For those of you who are even moderately intelligent, the common theme should be obvious by now. For a long time I’ve wanted to be famous. I’ve daydreamed about any of those above scenarios and how absolutely fracking cool it would be.
Because of this intense (yet hidden) desire to be famous, I quite often felt limited by life, and at least in some sense unfulfilled. Now, I have to be careful when I say “unfulfilled”, because that’s not wholly accurate and could hurt some feelings that shouldn’t be hurt. Unfulfilled ONLY in the sense that I wasn’t famous, and wanted to be.
It wasn’t until recently that I realized WHY I wanted to be famous. And how absolutely utterly ridiculous it would be if I ever actually BECAME famous.
I want to be liked. A lot. And, apparently, by complete and utter strangers.
That would be completely ridiculous because I am intensely shy and introverted.
Knowing this, though, allowed me to inform my ridiculous wanna-be-famous-star self that I already am liked, by quite a few people, and I don’t really like strangers so perhaps being famous isn’t such a good idea anyways. My ridiculous wanna-be-famous-star self simply stared at me blankly before saying “oh yeah, good point. I’ll just let myself out…. cya later dude”. Go me.
This has led me to a very key moment in my life, and one in which (in my opinion) is a sure sign I’m growing up and wising up. I’m comfortable being who I am. I am comfortable with where I am in life, and where I appear to be heading. I’m comfortable NOT being famous. I’m comfortable with the friends I have. I’m comfortable with the house I have (though I still aim to have a bigger house to raise kids in in a few years…). Simply put – I’m comfortable as me.
You’re famous to me… that is to say: I like you for who you are.
very good stuff, milty