fame, doin' it for the fame.

When I die, I want to know that I'll be remembered.
In a good way though.
Not in an evil dictator way.

But wouldn't that be awful? Knowing that the next few generations are going to burn pictures of you even after you're gone.
That's a morbid thought.
Let's move on.

Fame was never something that really appealed to me.
I never could see what was so attractive about paparazzi creating stories about who you're dating, what sandwich you like to eat and the type of toilet paper you prefer.
And when you make a mistake, BAM, your career's over.
Actually, you don't even have to make a mistake to ruin everything.
It could be something as simple as a smile to your boss, which would cause headlines about how you're seducing him to work your way up the food chain.

I think that's so twisted.
And I never want to get involved with that.

I want to live a happy life, do something important, and then die surrounded by the people I love.
And people would remember me, but not in a Ghandi or Martin Luther King Jr way.
But where my name jogs their memory, and they can vaguely remember how I did something really important.
Like saving a species of pygmy elephants or something.

** Not sure if you've noticed, but the post title was from GaGa's song The Fame. Heh.