"Why do I want to be famous?"

She asks incredulously?

"I haven't the foggiest," she replys to herself. Why do people respond to those of stature in such a manner? Why must we know every detail about a persons life, whom we know nothing about? Literally nothing. There are great amounts of coin, time and bumbling idiots absolutely wasted on determining who's humping who, who looks better in an identicaly overly priced sweater, and who hates and is fighting whith whom on an hourly basis. It makes me quite ill. Yet, I want to be a part of it. No that can't be right...I can't imagine someone choosing this life let alone wishing for it. So what the hell is it that I actually want. I mean we spend ridiculous amounts of everything invested in people we have never spoken to nor seen in the flesh and all they have done to deserve such obsession is that they have entertained our meager imaginations for a few fleeting hours. Disgusting. It's not like I go to the circus and follow Mifty, Nifty, or Cornstarch the Clown around with drool hanging off the side of my face. Bruce Willis is not really an action hero in reality. He may wander around drunkenly beating on people but this does not a witty and handsome action star make. So why do these entertainers on the big screen, not offering much more than a cheap thrill at a resonable price hold such sway over the populace? Yes they are our much more attractive and wealthy counterparts, but they're still just people with fears and questions. They have relationship issues and family feuds. So why do we, no, why do I want that lifestyle? Perhaps when I was younger I longed for fame because it was magical. That world could offer me the world. Now, I see that world as the repulsive, irritating and useless monster it truly is. Maybe it's not the fame that drives me. Perhaps it's the money. I love money. I have a great relationship with money. What's wrong with admitting that I want to be rich. Wait, stinking rich. Nope...fucking rich. I want people to look at me and say, "That chick is fucking rich." I don't even need people to say or think it actually, scratch that. I just need to know it. Maybe, it's the power. I kinda want the kind of power that cannot be stripped from me by obscene spending. This power of agency is formidable, but eventually comes to an end...usually abrupt and destructive. So if I want true power, and I don't want to have to worry bout how my hair looks with my disgustingly priced cashmere tubetop...than what is it that I want? A big fish in a little pond might be nice. Copious amounts of coin might also be nice...and the time to do it all. A little travel, nope a lot of travel. Someone who loves me and so on. So, maybe pursuing a lifestyle that seems so plastic and artificial is not the best idea I've had. Afterall I don't need constant reassurance of my talent drenched awesomeness by those bumbling idiots I so detest. Maybe getting paid to do what i love would make loving what I do more difficult, nay impossible. Perhaps keeping them separate would allow for less pressure and more love. No worry about ticket sales, just that people appreciate what i bring to them and come back for more. Afterall, Cornstarch needs a hand with his back-flip-twisty-doodle and Nifty has been way too over the big-top lately.