Let’s not jinx it

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Have you heard the saying, if you talk about it, you might jinx it? If there isn’t, then there should be. The sports commentators usually talk about how things might go, and the next, it does happen. For example, in alpine skiing, the commentator says, I hope they don’t drive off, but then the skier does. The same goes for having plans. You shouldn’t tell about them to anyone before you make sure it will become something. But sometimes that doesn’t work either.

I believe I have jinxed a lot of things without knowing it. Or maybe I’m just jinxed. I never get lucky in anything. I shouldn’t expect too much from others. Just because you have things to say, it doesn’t mean everyone else has. Like in writing fiction. When I post my stories online, I don’t get many comments. Even if I have written the story, I would have reactions to them. Sometimes one person might react to them, but not so many others. If the story has a drama part, I don’t get any comments. If I was the reader, I would have things to say. It’s not the end of the world if no one comments, though. I usually write the stories for myself anyway. But sometimes it would be nice if some did give some feedback. Mostly I get likes, but I wish people would comment more on them. Compared to what other stories get, the other writers get much more reactions to their stories than mine. It feels my stories are not good enough to comment on. Therefore I am jinxed. Sometimes it feels I shouldn’t post any stories online. Why am I wasting my brain on writing fiction if I don’t get any likes or comments anyway? But then why shouldn’t I? I love writing fiction, so why should I stop. It doesn’t matter if someone else gets more. I write stories I want to read. That’s the reason why I do it. It’s great if someone likes them too.

I think I’m jinxed on social media too. Not in most places, but on Instagram, mostly. I won’t take it personally if I don’t get likes to my posts. I think the more you have followers, the more you get likes. I only have 23 followers. I don’t know how many of those are real. I use many hashtags and all that, but still, I get only a few likes. I don’t know how it works. I have this love/hate relationship with Instagram. I’ve had it since 2016, and now I have a newer and better phone too. I guess I can be happy I get at least some likes. I also have a business Instagram, but I don’t have much to put in there. I don’t know if I want to post much in there because I’m a bit paranoid it will go the same as it has with the other account. I don’t know how you can promote your business on Instagram anyway. You can’t even click on links in the posts. You need to go to the profile to see links. Facebook would be much easier for that. It feels like anything I put online; it all disappears into nowhere. Someone must see it because why would I get any likes anyway. At least I get likes from my cousin. I’ve used social media mostly for fun, so I haven’t stopped posting there. Too many people only use it to get likes and followers. I think I wrote in a blog post about Instagram being a popularity contest. I can’t find it now. Anyway, that’s what it is. Getting likes does make a person feel loved, but that feeling doesn’t take long.

Jinxed or not, at least I get to photograph a duck.

I better put the kettle on and repost this since this post didn’t get a single like. I guess I have to like my own posts then. Maybe I jinxed it. Perhaps I should make this blog private. It’s like talking to a wall sometimes. Like on social media, in general. Maybe I should take off the like button altogether. I’m so disappointed right now. So bye bye.

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.