No, I will not use his picture
to get traffic.*
This Bieber guy gets so much fandom and publicity that he makes a great example of why “fame”, if anything, makes you more lightweight dust and ashes than its opposite…
I have heard that his twitter “mentions feed”, mostly consisting of, “I lUV U PLS FOLLO ME!”, flows past on his phone at a completely unreadable 50 miles an hour…
From this he might deduce that he is in some way one of the most important people on the planet. Many others are in this same fame club, and many, nay, MOST younger people in the west aspire to join that club, believing that this is not only the best measure of success but also a source of some version of happiness.
It’s not. It’s an inverse Groucho Marx club – in that it should reject all those who want to be a member.
Worse than that it is a club that cements your inability to be real in public in such a way that older celebrities have discovered is actually pretty damn horrible. I personally hate it when waiters ask,”How is your meal?”, even once, while I’m eating out – but having random strangers interrupt your juice laden private space to prod your pictorial company with a selfie stick…That is so very shudder -worthy.
If you manage to gain an overview of the world of humanity in all its ghastly glory, you can see that it mostly consists of groups of people whose fun and sense of purpose come from remarkably few other people with whom they are in contact. There are millions of these, separate, groups. Of the billions of people alive on the planet fewer than 0.0000001% will ever have any clue who you are, or were – and Bieber-like fame ironically proves this.
People always say they “Want to leave their mark on the world”, all well and good if that ambition is about societal change for the better…though most learn the hard way that the laws of unintended consequences and one’s own ego make for almost universal failure in this field.
Is your ambition to die with millions grieving, not because you have died, but because a fictional persona that you have seen created about you, and distorted entirely beyond your control, is gone?
If it is then you may not be as disappointed with fame as real people who become famous are.
If the flashing of cameras and people bellowing for signatures when they don’t recognise your name will keep you thrilled, then fame maybe IS for you.
But once your tiny sojourn on this world is over, you will still be the same unknown dust and ashes as the peasant in the Gambia – who may have had a happier life for just being loved by their family,
for who they really were.
*This look-a-like wants fame, even if its via adopting the persona of some fiction more shallow than they are…