I think it’s a loss of privacy.

However, there are some famous people who mostly get left alone. I’m not sure why they stay out of the limelight; I guess because they aren’t controversial and don’t do anything outrageous. Like for example I’ve heard of people in the tri-state area (New York, Pennsylvania, New Jersey — sometimes Connecticut) say that they’ve seen the likes of Mick Foley (wrestler, known in the ring as Mankind or Cactus Jack) or Billy Joel (singer) around New York City, and that they’re nice guys, but they’re also just New Yorkers just trying to live their life. They don’t dress flashy, they don’t drive European supercars, they just… live normal, boring lives, so the press doesn’t hound them, but if you’re around there, you have a small chance of encountering them, and apparently (I’ve never met either of them) they’re pretty nice as long as you don’t hound them.

There are a lot of famous people who stay out of the limelight. Most of them, I’d say.

So otherwise, I guess it just means you’re not anonymous when you go out.

I once had a brief recurring bit on (very) local tv. The impact even from such minor celebrity is stunning. A father walking his kid in a stroller saying ‘we know him from tv, don’t we?’ and some random bloke telling his life story to me late in s bar because he felt he knew me

It’s really weird. Having that in a world wide scale must be both cool but also very uncanny

I have a very bad memory for faces. Apparently it’s not prosopagnosia, just “holy shit how can you even function in society?!” level bad memory.

Anyway, I get appoached by people on the street, sometimes chat a bit and then leave without knowing who it was. I figure it’s kinda like being a celebrity, just without the money.

It sucks.

Why do you keep on asking the same boring questions with all your alts?

I don’t know what you do with your life, and there’s no way to include everyones life in one post.

So lets just say you work at a laundromat. 8am-4pm.

Being famous would be like going to a grocery store at 6pm, and EVERYBODY is screaming your name, and saying things like “OMG!!! I LOVED HOW YOU ADDED FABRIC SOFTENER TO THAT LOAD OF LAUNDRY!!! I BET IT CAME OUT SMELLING SOOOOO NICE!!! CAN YOU SIGN MY NAPKIN???”

And then you go to the movies, and as you’re getting out of your car some random guy comes RUSHING over, and starts hugging you, and taking out his cell phone to take selfies with you without asking. And thats when you realize he’s not harmful, just disrespectful. In the past, people have ran at you with a knife because they saw you add Tide, but they prefer Gain.

And as you enter the movie theater, you see a couple of girls who notice you, and rush over and ask if you’d sign their tits. And you do.

Then you go watch your movie. And by the time you get out, you see all your silenced notifications. The world is talking about how you’re a pedophile, and tried grooming two 14 year old girls. And now half the internet is defending you saying there’s no proof, and the other half are saying they have pictures of your autograph on their tits.

The next day you meet a fan as you’re leaving work, and he pulls a gun. The gun jams, and you get away unharmed.

So you become a bit more reclusive. You no longer sign tits. You no longer engage with fans on the street. And now the internet is calling you an asshole. Saying you’re ignoring fans when they see you on the street. So you make your public time next to zero. You put out a tweet that basically says you love your fans but there’s been some incidents lately that haven’t gone well.

And now the internet is speculating if the girls were fabricated, and AI created to help you sell more washes at the laundromat.

So now at work everyone hates you for trying to decieve the customers. And you realize none of this is real. None of it matters. You may as well shave your head, and just go off on anyone who looks at you funny.

So then the internet talks about how you “went crazy”, and moved to Africa, when in reality you just moved to a small town in Ohio, where everyone is racist to you.

So now at your now at your new laundromat job, the stress gets to you, and you lash out at a customer.

AM I GOING TO WALK AROUND AND RIP YOUR FUCKING CLOTHES OUT OF THE WASHER??? THEN WHY FUCK ARE YOU WALKING RIGHT THROUGH??? AH-DA-DA-DA-DAAAH LIKE THIS IN THE BACKGROUND??? WHAT THE FUCK IS IT WITH YOU??? WHAT DON’T YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND??? YOU GOT ANY FUCKING IDEA ABOUT HEEEEY, IT’S FUCKING DISTRACTING HAVING SOMEONE WALKING UP BEHIND BRYCE IN THE MIDDLE OF A FUCKING WASH CYCLE??? GIVE ME A FUCKING ANSWER!!! WHAT DON’T YOU GET ABOUT IT??? OOOOOOH, GOOD FOR YOU!!! AND HOW WAS IT??? I HOPE IT WAS FUCKING GOOD, BECAUSE IT’S USELESS NOW, ISN’T IT? FUCK SAKE YOU’RE AMATURE! STAY OFF THE FUCKING LOT, MAN! FUCK SAKE! NO! LETS NOT TAKE A FUCKING MINUTE! LETS GO AGAIN! I’M GOING TO FUCKING KICK YOUR FUCKING ASS, IF YOU DON’T SHUT UP FOR A SECOND!!! ALL RIGHT? I’M GOING TO GO…DO YOU WANT ME TO FUCKING TRASH YOUR LAUNDRY??? DO YOU WANT ME TO FUCKING TRASH YOUR CLOTHES??? THEN WHY ARE YOU TRASHING MY DAY??? YOU ARE TRASHING MY DAY! YOU DO IT ONE MORE TIME, AND I AIN’T WALKIN IN THIS LAUNDROMAT IF YOU’RE STILL A CUSTOMER! I’M FUCKING SERIOUS! YOU’RE A NICE GUY. YOU’RE A NICE GUY, BUT THAT DON’T FUCKING CUT IT WHEN YOU’RE FUCKING AROUND LIKE THIS!"

This then brings new people into your life who promise to make everything better. A whole organization dedicated to protecting laundromat employees by violently qttacking and harassing anyone who dares oppose you. Even going to far as to kill peoples dogs, and protest the funeral of dead soldiers because the widow in attendance wrote something mean about you online. In addition they will stalk people for you, and kidnap people for you, and give you connections to lawyers, and drugs, and women, and weapons, and cars, and all you have to do is remain loyal to them…or else they will kill you.

And that’s what being a celebrity is all about.

Overrated

You should not care, it’s vapid. But if you want to know, my friends like me and it’s all I care about.