Recently, some friends of mine got on the subject of sharing stories about encounters with famous people. Who knew that many of us not only have run into them accidentally, attended the same schools, but even in some cases formed friendships of a sort? After contributing a tiny tidbit to the discussion, later on I started remembering some other instances. No, you do not have to stand back, I am not about to drop names but my mind was doing a lot of wandering – and wondering - after that discussion.
There used to be a TV show, I forgot the name of it, where a reporter would take a dart and throw it at the map of the USA. Then, he would take the phone book of that city or town and blindly pick a name and show up at that address. The point of the show was that everyone has a story and everyone they visited was put on TV with theirs. All of the families had interesting lives in my opinion, even more than fit into the one hour show. Now that was reality TV at its best!
Unfortunately, my tastes must run against mainstream as the show did not last very long. I suppose people rather follow the Kardashians and Ice and Coco, although I have no idea who these people are, nor do I care to find out more. I watched enough to see that I can not relate to those people in their ivory towers surrounded by precious metals and plastic boobs. Other people must like this I guess because the shows aren’t just on once a day, but they have re-runs all through the days and weeks.
But, it also got me thinking: What if those people aren’t that far removed after all from us? Why would a gangster rapper have cameras follow him 24/7 and allow them to show him in lots of compromising situations that could hurt his tough guy image? What if, with all their money and power to get themselves out there, famous stars think people still do not get their stories straight and hence do these so-called reality shows?
Growing up, I always had this urge for someone to understand me, to read my story and hear my song. Now, as I am over the hill sliding down the other side without a grappling hook, I have discovered that I can do just that via the Internet. Anyone now can publish a blog and tell about himself or herself and since you are here, you know I am not shy about it.
But, what about those who do not have Internet, or those in underdeveloped countries, do they have a desire to be known? Why do we send famous people into starving countries to help – those suffering do not even know much beyond their own villages it seems, so do stars think these people give a rat’s behind about fame, when they know nothing beyond their own existence? Or, do they know more than I think they do? Do they somehow understand that with the arrival of these they get exposure and their story told?
As a writer, I have way more thoughts than I could ever put down in a lifetime, yet pour out what I can in my stories and blogs. How do people manage without this ability? Everyone has a story. What is yours?