Is it better being nobody? Is it better to be anonymous? I live a pretty low key life, nobody knows who I am and with the exception of my readers, my family, and my friends, I am pretty much invisible. I’m not gracing the cover of People or trending on twitter. Nope, I am Joe Blow, Mister Nobody. When I was younger this used to bother me, I wanted to be loved by the masses, if they only knew who I was, I would be on Letterman and the cover of the Enquirer because I was soooo interesting, or so I thought. Well, as I got older I realized we are all pretty boring. We go to work, watch our shows, eat our food and the cycle repeats itself over and over again. We have this idea in our heads that when we get rich and famous our lives will change. This is bullshit, and the older I get, the more this statement is a crock. Let me give you a couple of reasons why.
The Hedonic Treadmill, the idea that as our wealth grows, so does our appetite for more wealth. We may have a 12,000 square foot home, but we are looking down the street at the 36,000 square foot home with helicopter landing pad and robot guard dogs. We can never be satisfied. I myself have daydreamed about winning the lottery and finally I would be happy, but that is not the case, we always live past our means and if I had a million dollars, I would want two, and so on and so on. It’s greed pure and simple.
The nail that sticks out gets hammered down. This is an old japanese proverb. What I think it means is that we love to tear down our celebrities. They go out, work hard get noticed and we then hate them for it. We love to watch them fail. Why do so many people hate Justin Beiber? The guy built an empire before he was 20! Just by singing. You have got to respect that kind of talent. But people want to see him fail…hard. Brittany, Paris, Lindsay…they all are people that have made a career out of failing publicly. What is it about this that fascinates us? Is it the fact that we are nobody, that we take pleasure in seeing others knocked down a peg, especially famous, rich and good looking people. Take that you beautiful, rich, son of a bitch. It seems a little sadistic to me.
In this day and age everyone has a cell phone and that cell phone has a camera so wherever you are there are a 1000 eyes watching everything, recording it, and these eyes are directly connected to everyone else, via the internet. You can’t get away with anything anymore. I think a great idea for a celebrity bar is no windows, and a jamming device that prevents cell phones from working. You need to make a call use a landline. At a place like this, celebrities could go out and enjoy themselves, instead of looking over their shoulder while wearing a disguise (BTW celebrities, sunglasses and a hat doesn’t fool anyone). It is hard to feel sorry for these celebrities though. It bothers me sometimes, when they complain of how their fame robs them of their privacy. Suck it up princess, it’s the price of admission to be a star. I have my privacy, but I also don’t have a Bentley and a cavalcade of porn stars following me everywhere I go (yes I’m talking about you Charlie), so I think we’re even.
So be happy you’re a nobody, revel in the anonymity, there is an ocean of us out there on the planet and without us nobodies, the world would stop working, grind to a halt. So even though nobody knows who we are, take solace in the fact that every mistake you make won’t be published, printed, tweeted, facebooked or youtubed. Also rent is easier to pay on a 1000 square foot house than a gargantuan mansion and more success means more pressure, which means more anxiety, which means you’ll die sooner. Nobodies live longer, trust me.