As I’ve said before: FUCK BEING FAMOUS. It really does sound like the worst thing ever. Look at all these famous people who have ruined their lives trying to maintain their lifestyles. I could never do that, I’m not built for that type of shit, I just want to create and be left alone.
I’m a huge Mac Miller fan, and that might be why I hate the idea of being famous. He was an artist that wasn’t afraid to show who he was, and let his fans into his inner thoughts and feelings. It’s widely-known that Mac hated the attention that being famous put on him, Macadelic was created from the fallout of that legendary 1.0 review from Pitchfork. I’m not that confident, I’m kind of a piece of shit sometimes, so why would I want everyone and their mother to see how I act in private?
Sure, being famous has its perks; I’d love to be able to grab lunch with my favorite artists because of who I am, but it doesn’t seem like a healthy lifestyle. I already deal with the debauchery of having more money than I need, so what good would come from having access to the best comforts and drugs ever created? If I were some rich trust-fund douche-bag, I’d be dead by now, either from an overdose, or by sticking a shotgun in my mouth because I realized how little my life matters in the scheme of things, as well as how little I deserve the things I’d been given.
My personality type isn’t suited for a life of high visibility: I can maybe deal with people an hour or two, tops, a day. If I had to answer the same basic bitch questions day in and day out, I’d end up on TMZ for beating the brakes off of some lowly journalist, and that’s not a good look. Additionally, I’ve kind of been a bit of a shithead in my life, so if people shared some texts I’ve sent while drunk at the bar, I’m definitely getting canceled. Calling your friend “Jew Rogan” because he’s bald, Jewish, and loves the Joe Rogan Podcast probably doesn’t look too good if he isn’t there to confirm that he thought that shit was hilarious. I don’t get the whole “cancel culture” anyway, I think people should own up to the shitty things they do, but to think that these people can’t grow from these issues is super fucking dumb, and is insulting to the hard work it takes for someone to actually better themselves.
Another reason I would hate to be famous would be the pressure. I’m not a genius, I’m not funny enough to get famous off of my sense of humor, I’m definitely not handsome enough to get away with all the stupid shit I say, so if I were to get famous, it’d probably be from some wild Tweet, or because I’ve finally gotten good enough at writing for someone important to give a shit. Usually, I thrive under pressure, and use it as a catalyst to kick-start my creative juices, but I feel like at a certain level, when your Twitter account is inundated with thousands of requests to create more and more content, I’d feel like I’m obligated to serve my fans, since they were the ones responsible for making me famous. I can’t say for sure, since I’ve obviously never been famous, but at this point in my life, I’d fucking hate it, and that hate would be incredibly obvious in my writing, and since I’m a terrible liar, I don’t think I could hide it.