Who do you think you are

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Every year in Finnish media they write about how much celebs or people with business have earned. Who the hell cares? There are a lot of people who don’t earn anything big. These “rich” people think they’re better than poor people. If they did care, they would share their wealth with others. But all they do is pomp their own existence. Who do they think they are? “Ooh, I’m so lucky. I worked hard for my money” And blah, blah. Instead of giving money to the less fortunate, they buy their houses, boats, cars and so on. They think they need all those things. If I was rich I would give back to society. I wouldn’t mind paying taxes. If you earn a lot then you should pay more. But they complain about how awful it is to pay them. Boohoo. Share, you greedy git.

Not only people with money are pomp. Also these 15 minutes of fame wannabees. Those people who make videos of themselves or take part in reality shows. “Look at me, I’m famous now when people have seen my face on the screen” Every year there is a new season and it starts all over again. No one will remember them. Didn’t they’re parents love them enough or what? If these people would have something to say but all they want is fame. One of these is a show like Love Island. Or whatever they’re called. Cheating is OK then. OK, idiots. I’m glad I don’t watch them. I hate all the commercials about them. They have no morals and they’re all pomp.

I hate people who brag about their life online. I’m not jealous. I feel sorry for them for having the urge to post about their life in almost anything they do. Are these people really happy or are they only pretending? I don’t care. I’ve got problems of my own. Some things just tick me off so I have to let it out somehow. Some people think they’re something special because they can afford to do things. They have fabulous jobs and think anyone can be what they want to be. Everyone is not born under lucky stars. Everyone doesn’t have a bubbly personality who get any job they want. To have the money you need a job or else you need to live with someone else’s money. The governments money. Everyone doesn’t want to put their faces on photos or videos either. That’s what it seems you need to succeed, to show yourself. Especially when social media is in the game too. Pomp all you want but don’t shove it down my throat, thank you very much.

OMG, a famous person

I must have been a different teenager since I never went gaga over some celebrity. I had idols. I was one of those boy band fans. But I was never one of those hysterical ones. No way, that’s just an embarrassment. I had infatuations with band members and things like that. I didn’t understand all that screaming when they saw their idol. I thought that was just silly. I never went to any concerts but I saw those on TV. For example when Michael Jackson was on the stage, girls were crying their eyes out. What was the point in that? You’re having a time of your life and you’re crying? Pay for a concert ticket and all you do is that? You can just as well stay home and cry in front of your TV.

When people see someone famous, they get all excited. For what, because they’re famous? Do they have some magical dust that I don’t know of? Does it make you fly when you see someone famous? Or even touch one? I’ve seen famous people in real life and met a few (mostly Finns) but for me they’ve just like anyone. They just happen to be famous. No big deal. It’s usually teens that goes crazy when they see a celebrity but sometimes adults do too. It’s like they think they’re better people after they’ve seen or met one. People often forget that famous people are people too. They have bad days and good days. You can’t expect them to be nice all the time. I read about stories that fans complain that they met this famous person and they were really rude. After that they think he/she is like that all the time. It’s easy to judge someone you don’t know.

A good example of people exaggerating, is when a café in Helsinki posted a picture of Benedict Cumberbatch on their Facebook  (maybe to get more customers to their business) people just went crazy. Somehow, here in Finland it’s always a big deal when someone famous is seen the country. They got really curious about what the reason for his visit was. “Cumberhunt” as they call it. There’s always a nick name for everything, is there? Sometimes it feels like Finnish newspapers are run by fangirls and fanboys. Funny thing is, some people thought he was still in the country. Only fools would have believed that. The reason he was here, was because he’s the ambassador for Jaguar cars and they (actor Nicholas Hoult and movie director Eran Creevy) were testing new cars on ice and snow with a Finnish female rally driver and instructor called Minna Sillankorva. And it wasn’t even in Helsinki. It was in Hämeenlinna. Which is about 98 km, North from the capital. The hysteria is the reason things are never told when it’s happening. This just proves how popular Ben has become. And it’s not necessarily a good thing. E.g. it attracts so-called “crazy people”

It’s understandable that people get excited when they meet or see their idol but to get all crazy about it, that’s just weird. Seeing them on the street and be surprised they’re there. Like it’s some kind of a miracle that they go out in public. Luckily it’s only a small group of those “hysterical” fans. Most people are decent. Maybe they just want an autograph and leave. I never cared for those. The only time I would want an autograph from a celebrity, would be if I wanted them to sign a contract where they would promise to help a charity. Or something like that. And besides I would be too shy to ask for one or even speak to them. Has happened before. I would act the same way when I meet a person for the first time. It just depends on the person I meet.

If I ever met Madonna (she’s one of my idols) I would be too shy to even approach her. Not because she’s famous, because I’m always shy around new people. Even though I’ve followed her career, I don’t know her. I know I never meet her and I will never even try. There’s no point. I have a life. Unlike those who “stalk” their idols. Those are not fans. They’re something else. There’s got to be a limit somewhere.

The most pathetic losers are those who sell their “stories” to tabloids and that way get recognition. No wonder celebrities don’t want to date ordinary people. They never know who to trust. If I dated a “star” people would never know. No way I want to get that much attention. I would have no urge to tell anyone either. That’s why it’s called a private life. You neither keep it private entirely or brag about it. It depends how much attention you want. When people get famous, the media and the fans expect to know everything about them. I think  you don’t have to know everything. If they want to answer every question they’re asked, they have to meet the consequences. They do have a choice about how much they want to tell the media. It’s unnecessary to complain later, that they’re not left alone. You make your own bed.

Every job has its downside and for people in the public eyes, its people taking advantage of them. In the end, all they want to have some peace and quiet once in a while.