Famous
Why do people work so hard to be famous? Why do people want to be famous for nothing?
The two sides of the fame coin.
These goddamn kids these days want to be famous. I would like to be famous, but it would be for doing something. The less they do for their fame the better it is. A whole generation raised on Big Brother and Paris Hilton. Monuments to the night vision camera and the useless pricks with cockatoo hair who obviously spend more time working their muscles instead of their brains. Oh, how I hate them so.
I do want to be famous, don’t get me wrong. I would love it, but I think my idea of it is so much different. I don’t want limos, crazy parties, expensive restaurants/jewellery/flat beaked caps, paparazzi, no underwear (at least not on camera) or assistants to buy me jewel encrusted truffles. That is not my idea of fame.
My idea of fame is: being able to do what I want for a living (in my case writing). I don’t expect to be the richest author in the world, I just want to be able to do it fulltime and still pay all my bills. As a teacher right now I manage bills fine, I get out with the boys on weekends, I go to the movies when something good is on, I buy comics on eBay and every now and then splash out on something (trip out of town, inclusive of food, drinks and petrol, some artwork or a big cache of comics in one go). I never seem to want for money, and have some savings as well. I am not rich, but I get well by. I see people on more money than me struggle and I don’t know how. I don’t go without nice food, but I do it sensibly. Vegetables are really not that expensive, people, and stir fry and soup is rocking.
Were I to sell some series’ to publishers I don’t see my life changing. If I lived off my writing my days would still be pretty much the same; nice breakfast cooked at home, go for a run and exercise, sit on the computer and write for a few hours, scour eBay for cheap comics, read some of my purchased comics and that would be about it. Throw in lunch and dinner and maybe a movie and I’m done. I could do that for the rest of my life. And it would not be that expensive. That’s what my fame would buy. Just because I have money doesn’t mean I need a bigger place, or more furniture, or flat beaked caps, or designer clothes, or whatever. I honestly don’t think it would change me as a person.
Yet other people have their sights set on money and fame and they seem intent on blowing it. I don’t even know how it’s possible. What are they doing that they can’t save money? They must be pretty shit at life, is what it comes down to.
I am not shit at life. Give me a writing gig and I’ll still churn out pages, keep fit, eat healthy, hang with the boys and do it on a nice budget that will have a surplus every month. It is not that hard.
All in life is good in moderation. All.
Rant over. For now.
Posted on May 28th, 2008 by ryan
Filed under: life
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