Being Normal is Great
There are some days (maybe a good number of days) when I wish I were famous. Good question as to famous for what, but it would be nice to have exorbitant amounts of recognition for something.
Then we have weeks like the past few days.
Farah Fawcett – Dead
Michael Jackson – Dead
Billy Mays – Dead
Donald Trump – Alive, but still a jerk
Yeah, weeks like this past one make me happy to be blissfully average. There are no sudden spikes in the number of regular people dying, it pretty much stays at a regular rate. Those few times it does really spike tend to be huge plagues or world wars. Besides that, the number of us coming into and out of the world happens at a pretty constant rate. Famous people have to deal with sudden unexpected upswells in dying that us average folks get to avoid.
So today, I fell quite happy to just be a guy, not some famous guy.
The whole thing though has some rather ominous overtones. If there were to be a zombie apocalypse, we would have to fight an unexpected number of very famous zombies.
