I have come to believe that the thought that people who make a living through being famous have it too easy and it's all kisses and roses—or however the saying goes—is totally wrong in many cases, especially these days that humanity just keeps on blossoming, or should I say getting rampant. And when I say humanity, I am not talking about kindness, care, and stuff like that, because that is what I used to believe it meant. But with my eyes more opened these days, I don't think I would ever defend that notion. Humanity is turning into another thing these days, or maybe it's just now I am beginning to see it for what it is.
Where people would judge and ridicule others and even look for others they can try putting down just to feel good about themselves. With all I understand now, the last thing I want to become is famous.
I have seen people who hate on someone who has nothing, and they barely know a thing about. So I am not surprised at the hate all these celebrities get from people online who they aren't even aware exist.
Right now, my family might think fame is good, especially when you consider the monetary aspect. I don't know their opinion about it.
But in my opinion, I don't ever wish to be famous for any reason—be it good or bad—because you could be the best definition of good and someone out there would hate you for that, maybe because it makes them see the flaws they have.
Therefore, I can't even imagine being famous and being known by millions of people. Right now, I barely know up to 200 people, and people that actually know me aren't up to 50. But I still have had up to three people who I found out hated me for no reason, or for my lifestyle they watch that can never affect them.
Then just imagine millions watching me.
And I am the kind of person that normally loves a quiet life. I bet if I am famous, that would be among the things some people would weaponize against me. They would probably say they don't like how quiet I am, or how I avoid trouble, or how I don't talk much to people I don't know. It might sound funny, but I have had someone tell me they didn't like me because I had pride, just because I was always quiet—and by the way, this was somewhere I had only spent days in, in a new company of people I had never seen in my life. Then before we add the usual jealousy and envy, it's already so much I can't take.
In a world where hate and the act of causing someone pain are slowly harmonizing with the word humanity, I don't think I would ever want to be famous. I don't think the money would be worth it. I don't see any other thing I or my family would gain from fame. If it ever happened, it would be for a short time because I would try my best to fade away.
