Daily Prompt – When Will I Be Loved?

Have you dreamt of becoming famous? What would your claim to fame be? Comedy? Acting? Writing? Race car driving? Go!

Well, let’s face it, at some point we all dream about being famous. Some of us finally accept the cold, harsh reality that it will never happen, and instead we have to settle for whatever life throws us.

Others, however, never stop dreaming.

Ever since I was a kid, I always dreamt about being famous… but most of the time I dreamt that I would end up becoming famous for something that I’m actually quite terrible at. For example, I’m a terrible singer, and sometimes I’d dream that I’d somehow magically develop this incredible voice and end up being discovered and find my fame as a pop vocalist.

One of my dreams always involved being famous, but not the sort of fame that the Average Joe dreams of. I always, always wanted to be a famous dancer. I wanted to be the type of talent that gets booked for international world tours dancing for people like Beyonce, Lady Gaga, Kylie Minogue etc but when I’m not on tour, I’m also doing their video clips, and being sought out for all kinds of roles on TV, or dance movies etc. And when I’m not doing any of that, I’d be teaching my own classes at some incredible dance school like Millennium or Pineapple Studios.

However, that turned out to be nothing more than a pipe dream. When I injured my spine and my entire dance career was destroyed within moments, my dreams and aspirations for fame as a dancer were destroyed with it. Don’t get me wrong, I still daydream about it… but unfortunately, that’s as close as it’s ever going to be.

Sometimes I wish I had been born a girl, and then I’d be a showgirl. I’d get contracts at Moulin Rouge and throughout Vegas, showing of these long pins of mine, whilst strapped to within an inch of my life in a corset that is completely covered with beads, sequins and diamantes… and then feathers… SO MANY FEATHERS!! Gimme a massive feathers and sequinned headpiece anyday, and this bitch will strut his shit like it’s nobody’s bizness… mmmkaayyyy!!

Now that I’ve gotten older, my focus or dreams of becoming famous have changed, and I’d like to get recognition from doing something like writing. I’d love to become a novelist. Or maybe write a hit sitcom. Then I’d be able to meet (and instantly become besties with) Kathy Griffin, Chelsea Handler and Whitney Cummings… they would then see discover that I’m funny, sarcastic and a bit of a bitch and they’d help get me regular gigs on chat shows like Chelsea Lately on the panel. *sigh*

…Maybe I need to just move to L.A. and then network the shit outta myself. Write a few sitcom scripts, pitch a few ideas to some networks and see what happens… But then what about my husband? I guess he’d have to come with me. He could use a change of scenery… heehehe

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Mar 6: Your Blogging Self

Does blogging bring out your best or worst self?

 

I think blogging brings out my inner self – both good and bad. I don’t necessarily think that that’s a good or bad thing either. For me, I’m just glad that I’ve finally found an outlet in which I can unleash all my verbal diarrhea and get it out from constantly swirling around in my head and driving me crazy. I think that it’s provided me an outlet to really say things that are on my mind, and know that I’m not going to be judged on it.

Well, those of you who subscribe will probably judge me, but, whatever. You shouldn’t be judging people… everytime you judge somebody without good reason, God kills a puppy!!

I just like the fact that I can hop on my iPad and my little wireless keyboard and smash out all kinds of stuff. It gives me a great sense of relief to be able to write, and just write freely… but at the same time it can give me anxiety. Moreso when I have some elaborate creative posts that I really want to tackle, and I keep getting interrupted, or simply don’t get the time to finish… but hopefully it’s worth it in the end!

I know that I approached this whole ‘blogging’ concept with no intent whatsoever of having any followers, or receiving any recognition etc, as I was purely doing this just for myself, and myself alone. I just wanted to have something that I could take ownership of – a creative outlet that I could keep all to myself in an attempt to retain some kind of sanity.

However, since then, I’ve started getting followers, which in all honesty boggles my mind. THANK YOU SO MUCH TO ALL OF YOU WHO ARE FOLLOWING MY BLOG!! I know that only a couple of you are here because I told you about it – Thanks F, A, H and A (you know who you are), but as for the rest of you, I continue to feel awkward, amazed and somewhat humbled whenever even one of you actually ‘likes’ a post of mine – I struggle with the concept that people out there actually take the time to sit there and read through all this crap that I write. I don’t understand why you do it, but I love you for doing it. THEN there’s the people who decide to actually follow my blog. To me that just screams out I LOVE YOUR STRANGE RANDOMNESS SO MUCH, I WANT IT CONSTANTLY IN MY BLOGFEED!! GIMME GIMME MORE, GIMME MORE GIMME GIMME MORE!! and again, I don’t know why, but I love it, and I thank you all for following my bullshit. *lol*

But then this makes me think back to the primary reason as to why I started this blog in the first place. I wasn’t doing it for followers. I was doing it for me, and then I start to feel guilty for having followers in the first place. I can’t believe that I now have over 60 followers. To the rest of the blogging world, that’s absolutely nothing, but to me, that’s 60 more people than I ever anticipated.

Just fyi – to all of you who are following my blog, feel free to spread the word… you could simply say something like ‘Yeah, hi, so I’ve found this blog by somebody in Australia. It’s a bit random, and a bit funny, and a bit sarcastic, and a bit entertaining… you really need to get onto that shit.’

….aaaaand GO!!

…I still don’t understand why you’re still sitting there??

Perhaps this whole blogging venture is bringing out the worst in me. Maybe I secretly crave fame and attention, and just want to be the next media whore to get their 5minutes of fame.

Maybe I should start a Twitter account??