I have facebooked, tweeted, myspaced and match.com'd myself into the selective Internet consciousness. I think mainly because I have a massive ego I hide behind my dazzlingly beautiful smile and utterly charming demeanor.
I also think it's because no one wants to be forgotten and from the beginning of time most humans wanted to be famous.
We harbor secret inner desires of fame through American Idol, The Apprentice or The Bachelor/The Bachelorette. Hell, I think someone people will take America's Funniest Home Videos at this point!
Why is being known such a burning desire of people and being forgotten an utterly terrifying thought?
We are selfish. There I said it. People will do anything for attention. Jersey Shore anyone?!
Even, dense gel-haired, leopard print wearing, fist pumping wannabes can get a show!
I sound bitter don't I?
I'm no better than they are. I look for an opening where I can take it. What? Did someone think I started blogging because I was so deep? Nope.
We type our names in Google to see what comes up -- our personal website URLs warring for better positions on search engines like New York City sewer rats over rotten scraps.
I also think it's because no one wants to be forgotten and from the beginning of time most humans wanted to be famous.
We harbor secret inner desires of fame through American Idol, The Apprentice or The Bachelor/The Bachelorette. Hell, I think someone people will take America's Funniest Home Videos at this point!
Why is being known such a burning desire of people and being forgotten an utterly terrifying thought?
We are selfish. There I said it. People will do anything for attention. Jersey Shore anyone?!
Even, dense gel-haired, leopard print wearing, fist pumping wannabes can get a show!
I sound bitter don't I?
I'm no better than they are. I look for an opening where I can take it. What? Did someone think I started blogging because I was so deep? Nope.
We type our names in Google to see what comes up -- our personal website URLs warring for better positions on search engines like New York City sewer rats over rotten scraps.
But I take solace in the fact we are all stars on the Internet. We just have to share the famous pie (I think it tastes like cherry) and cut it up into mini, bite size pieces and feed those to our starving egos.
I'm talking to myself just as much as I'm talking to you all.
Why are we all driven to become known?
@ "But I take solace in the fact we are all stars on the Internet. We just have to share the famous pie (I think it tastes like cherry) and cut it up into mini, bite size pieces and feed those to our starving egos."
ReplyDeleteLove the metaphor!
Lately, I've been saying, "I don't want to be famous. I just want to be discovered."
I know what you mean Felicia. To become famous ...that's almost too easy. But for a person to see past everyone else and notice all that is special within you now that is truly something
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