fame

I have thought long and hard about what I was going to write next. The literary drought is starting to get to me and I have no idea how long I'm going to last ranting about the very hot weather or publishing my gibberish. I have this sinking feeling that six months from now I am going to barf at my shallowness. Oh, such a very healthy self perspective, don't you think?

Let's cut to the chase, shall we?

I have been told - countless of times - about how, as a toddler, I had 'begged' my mother to take me to an audition for a kid's pageant only to back out when it was my turn at the stage. Even then I was exceptionally smart eh? I was never one for those kinds of exposure. Unlike the greater percentage of the world's female population, I have never harbored the desire to strut in front of strangers who were chosen - as if by the gods of Olympus - to pass judgment on how I would look in a bikini. Except that one time, but you really can't hold it against a four-year-old you know. I wasn't introduced to logic then. I wasn't one of those who ached to act in front of the camera either. Despite my undeniable talent for the art. Ahem.

I just find it extremely fascinating how people today would kill for a lifetime of fame. Seriously, I don't find the fish in a fishbowl life all that tempting. But that's just me. Certainly there are perks to the life of glitz and glamour. The designer clothes, the expensive freebies, the luxury cars, the monstrosity that is your house, everything seems to be exceptionally sparkly and shiny in the other side of the fence.

But I don't think we have been missing anything at all. For one, the freedom that comes with being a complete stranger is not a downside if you really think about it. Getting your groceries in peace without those annoying cameras in your face, hanging out with your real friends, barbecuing in your front yard with your neighbors and waking up, hair messy, clothes crumpled from sleep, knowing that you don't have to look pretty to uphold your image. You don't have to think about how people would react to your choice of clothing because normalcy dictates that your comfort is your priority.

I really don't think I am an authority when it comes to the life of the rich and famous, because for one, I am not a member of the high society. I am not publishing a post that aims to judge their life choices and throwing a tantrum about how dare they choose to be famous. I am simply writing about how lucky I feel because I am a normal person living a normal life, away from the glare of the public eye. I am just writing about how it feels like to be in this side of the fence. Counting my blessings so to speak. Taking comfort in the fact that, I can take a walk in peace. Knowing that when I decide to walk home, I am going home to a wonderful family who loves me not because of how much I am worth, but because of who I am. And the knowledge that, no matter how unruly my hair gets or how ugly my clothes are, ze boyfriend will always look at me as if I am the most perfect creature to have ever existed.

I can truly say that I have never felt deprived in the sparkly and shiny department :)