Jennifer Lawrence
Lately, I've been a little obsessed with The Hunger Games. I may even be Twilight obsessed with The Hunger Games. And, as we know, that's bordering on actually insane.
So every time I see a magazine with Jennifer Lawrence on the cover, I have to read it. No matter if it tells me she swears like a sailor, or is the "fastest pee-er ever." Like Rolling Stone told me this afternoon. My obsession may have bled over to Ms Lawrence, because now I want to watch everything she's ever been in. I'm kind of sad for myself.
The point of all of this was to bring you here: I want to be Jennifer Lawrence. Wait--maybe I should share a little about me and my obsessions, first.
When I like something, and I mean really really like something, I can get a little...melodramatic. In fact, I was convinced on the ride home from work today that if I didn't become a crazy famous movie star and meet Jennifer Lawrence and every other person in that movie and be able to refer to Jennifer Lawrence as Jennifer, my life would mean nothing. I'm not entirely sure that mindset has faded yet.
And when I started listening to Demi Lovato a lot about a year or two ago when her second album came out, I knew that someday I was going to meet her and we would become best friends and I would date a Jonas Brother. But not in that immature way that the preteens dreamed. I knew it would happen. Kind of like I knew when I was going to have spaghetti that week. It seemed like a given. (Is there a mental disorder for that?)
As crazy as that seems (and borderline stalkerish), sometimes I feel that way. Like if I don't meet some kind of goal, my life will be meaningless. I might as well not have lived. And most of the time, those goals have to do with being famous. Well, not being famous, because I do not envy the paparazzi and the stalker fans, but being associated with famous people. And others don't even have to associate me with them, just as long as they associate me with them. It's kind of dumb, and (unless I'm able to find some hidden talent within me somewhere) completely unachievable. I've kind of accepted the fact that I will be relatively unknown throughout my life. I mean, yeah, there's going to be a couple #1 bestsellers in there somewhere, but the most famous authors are nowhere near the status necessary to hang out with celebrities. But maybe this is exactly the kind of thinking that gets celebrities angry. "We're just normal people, just like you." But that's a lie. Whether they know it or not.
But that's not the point. Jennifer Lawrence isn't even the point. I guess what I'm asking is, at what point can someone call his or her life a success? And at what point should someone just give up?
So every time I see a magazine with Jennifer Lawrence on the cover, I have to read it. No matter if it tells me she swears like a sailor, or is the "fastest pee-er ever." Like Rolling Stone told me this afternoon. My obsession may have bled over to Ms Lawrence, because now I want to watch everything she's ever been in. I'm kind of sad for myself.
The point of all of this was to bring you here: I want to be Jennifer Lawrence. Wait--maybe I should share a little about me and my obsessions, first.
When I like something, and I mean really really like something, I can get a little...melodramatic. In fact, I was convinced on the ride home from work today that if I didn't become a crazy famous movie star and meet Jennifer Lawrence and every other person in that movie and be able to refer to Jennifer Lawrence as Jennifer, my life would mean nothing. I'm not entirely sure that mindset has faded yet.
And when I started listening to Demi Lovato a lot about a year or two ago when her second album came out, I knew that someday I was going to meet her and we would become best friends and I would date a Jonas Brother. But not in that immature way that the preteens dreamed. I knew it would happen. Kind of like I knew when I was going to have spaghetti that week. It seemed like a given. (Is there a mental disorder for that?)
As crazy as that seems (and borderline stalkerish), sometimes I feel that way. Like if I don't meet some kind of goal, my life will be meaningless. I might as well not have lived. And most of the time, those goals have to do with being famous. Well, not being famous, because I do not envy the paparazzi and the stalker fans, but being associated with famous people. And others don't even have to associate me with them, just as long as they associate me with them. It's kind of dumb, and (unless I'm able to find some hidden talent within me somewhere) completely unachievable. I've kind of accepted the fact that I will be relatively unknown throughout my life. I mean, yeah, there's going to be a couple #1 bestsellers in there somewhere, but the most famous authors are nowhere near the status necessary to hang out with celebrities. But maybe this is exactly the kind of thinking that gets celebrities angry. "We're just normal people, just like you." But that's a lie. Whether they know it or not.
But that's not the point. Jennifer Lawrence isn't even the point. I guess what I'm asking is, at what point can someone call his or her life a success? And at what point should someone just give up?
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