Make your ego porous.
Will is of little importance,
complaining is nothing,
fame is nothing.
Openness, patience, receptivity, solitude is everything.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
In August, I’m participating in BlogHer’s
Blogging Challenge. The theme this month
is: Hot.
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would anyone choose fame?
Today’s Imagination Prompt was reasons why you
would nor would not want to be famous.
As a half introvert who spent the majority of her childhood with her
head in a book or her eyes on her feet, that’s easy to answer.
I
crave and guard my privacy like Davy Jones guards his locker. Some people don’t understand that ~ they
automatically assume you must be up to something nefarious. “If you’re afraid to show it, it must be
illegal/bad/wrong.” The snarky side of
me wants to channel Sheldon Cooper: “No, you just wouldn’t understand; you’re
IQ is too tiny.”
The
problem is worse than low IQ; it’s low imagination and close-mindedness.
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saddens me that there are people out there who simply can’t fathom why anyone
wouldn’t want to share anything and everything.
Shocker, I know, but some of us like being alone now and then. To bask in the quiet of a summer morning or a
winter evening. To shut out the world
and all its useless noise, and find the secret center within and re-charge it. And if I were famous, my ability to do that
would be limited, I think.
That,
and I hate having my picture taken.
Boundaries Aren’t Respected
This is a problem I’m already too familiar
with. Holding firm to one’s personal
boundaries is tiring when one is dealing with friendly fire. I cannot even imagine what it would be like to
be fending off un-friendlies.
Everything is Scrutinized
And I mean everything. Clothes, statements,
passing comments, Tweets, Facebook posts, vacation plans, houses. Look, I admire my fair share of famous people
for varying reasons, but honestly, I could care less what they wore to this or
that event, what they’re eating for breakfast, and whether they’ve gained or
lost weight.
If you do
care, I would gently suggest that you look into meeting some real people, going
out for a pint, and living a real life.
You Bring Out Their Inner Stalker
Actually, you don’t have to be famous to have
this happen to you. I’ve had loved ones stalked by creepy ex-boyfriends. I can only imagine this is also much worse
for celebs.
No Room for Humanity
This is related to the unbearable scrutiny. When you’re famous, your humanity is suddenly
stripped away and God forbid you ever make a mistake, say the wrong thing, or
fail. If you do, you will be eaten
alive, and we won’t love you anymore.
No wonder a lot of famous people have a complex
and self-medicate.
Loss of Self
This is a fate worse than death ~ to lose
oneself to the fame. To forget who you
are because you are badgered, forced, or choose to become someone who is loved
by everyone everywhere. My dears, that
is impossible. Even Mother Theresa was
hated by people, and she was a saint!
Many famous people, if they aren’t grounded by real, salt of the earth
people around them, forget the old adage: be yourself, everyone else is already
taken.
Are famous people able to do things little ol me
can’t? Sure. But that suits me fine.
Oremus pro invicem,
~ Mikaela
Would
you like to be famous? Why or why not?
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