Chasing Fame

I'm sick of chasing fame. But I can't stop. It's an addiction that's caused almost as much issues as my drinking. I've self-sabotaged, instigated conflict, and embarrassed myself online all in the name of fame.

It's mostly a byproduct of mental health problems. During manic episodes I convinced myself I'm destined to make it big, and I've never been able to let that go. It's like when you're at the casino and win a thousand dollars, then continually go back in hopes you'll win big again. Then you subsequently lose thousands of dollars. That's addiction, and it sucks.

I don't know if they have therapists for clout-chasing, but they should. It's becoming an increasingly toxic problem in our society. How many of you have posted a song/video/poem/tweet and hoped it would go viral? That would fix all our problems right? Probably not.

But it would certainly be an improvement over this normy lifestyle where everything is exactly the same. Look around at the cars in your neighborhood. Are they grey, white, black, dark blue, and/or dark red? Are your houses all the same color? Do your moms all have the same haircut and your dads all the same shoes? Normy life.

Wouldn't it be nice to drive a neon supercar, live in an extravagant house, and wear vibrant designer clothes? You want celebrity friends, stylists, managers, and producers. Why wouldn't you? Wouldn't it be nice to have tens of thousands of young people clamoring to get your autograph and tell you how much they love you?

Maybe it wouldn't. But it probably would.