Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be famous.
Could I handle it? Chances are it’s nothing I’ll ever experience. But I wonder what it would be like being recognized by strangers?
A couple of times I’ve had people coming up to me at the mall confusing me for someone else. (no one famous. Just the brother of someone they knew in college) I don’t know why, but, for a second at least, it made me feel as though I was wrestling some stranger over the ownership of my face.
I didn’t like that.