i’ve decided i don’t care if im famous haha. i would be a prick celebrity haha, telling people to f off at the grocery store, there would be lots of gossip about me haha. of course my ultimate dream is to be wealthy and annonymous.
I’d wanna be like Terence McKenna or Alan watts
Nah, I couldn’t handle the stalkers (if there would be any) or the being followed everywhere by paparazzi or whatever…
It would be overwhelming
I can’t even imagine the paranoid hell I’d be in if I were famous
I can’t even handle being “psychosis famous”
Lol! I know, right?!
It might be nice to leave a legacy of some kind behind…but I would probably not like the day to day of being famous.
I would never want to be famous.
I’ve seen how people tend to treat celebrities: generally in an unhealthy fashion, whether they are admiring or disdainful. Paparazzi, con artists, and creeps are drawn to them, as if by magnets. Also, being surrounded by yes-men warps the psyche profoundly.
People you have never harmed will, in large numbers, delight in your misfortunes.
(The Hitler delusion, also, added to my sense that being famous would massively suck.)
Fame attracts too many trolls. I’d like to be wealthy, but not famous.
It’s my worst nightmare scenario to be famous.
I don’t want to be super famous. I think it would make me more paranoid. For example, one Christmas, a coworker gave me a necklace. I inspected each gem for listening devices (I was worried about being spied on, and I’m not even a celebrity). I do hope I can publish a book someday, and be reasonably well-known.
Fame is always good. The whole “fame can corrupt you” thing is BS, just there for people to feel better about the fact that they’ll never be famous.
Literally .000000000001% of us become famous, not worth hoping for. But yeah, I’d love it. I’d have a platform and people would listen to me, and I could make money off it and date other famous people.
I couldn’t deal with the paparazzi. I’m pretty sure fans are more tolerable. It does get stale after awhile I imagine. That’s if the paparazzi isn’t staged.
I’ve never been world famous and never will be. I have been well known regionally as a musician. In a town with a population of about 10,000 I’d get, “Hey aren’t you that guy that plays in the trio?” A lot. It was alright, felt nice to be well respected by people. A few people would refer to me as a local celebrity. Schizophrenia ruined that for me. I don’t miss it much anyhow.
I used to dream of being no. 1 chair violinist.
I want to be the most famous janitor in the world.
I’m going on America’s Got Talent. That’ll be my way to fame. I’m gonna pee on Simon Cowell from ten feet away.
I think I’d be OK with it if I could be Paris Hilton.
I have no desire to be famous.
I don’t think I would like it. I had a guy in basic training once tell me I was going to be famous one day. I think we were scrubbing dirt off the floor when he said that.
Another guy told me one day people were going to sing songs about me.
Who knows what my fate will be?