Some may think that by calling myself a nobody, I'm being self-deprecating. Not at all. I am a dyed-in-the-wool, card-carrying, proud nobody. Given our celebrity oriented society, our "I've got to be somebody or I'm nothing" mentality, it isn't easy to allow yourself to be a nobody, but I'm working at making it acceptable.
I wasn't always happy being nobody. When I was younger, I craved to be a somebody. I thought I wanted fame. But through the years, I've watched the unfortunate toll that fame has taken on people I have admired and I came to embrace being a nobody.
Nobody-hood allows me so much freedom. I don't have strangers wondering about my life. I can walk through the world without anyone invading my privacy. I can sit and enjoy a moment of silent contemplation in a public place without intrusion. No one wants to know what I'm eating, where I buy my clothes, or who I'm hanging out with. I can make a mistake without the world press creating banner headlines out of my embarrassment.
The people I love and who love me know what's going on in my life. They let me know I'm important. To them, I am a valued nobody. And being a valued nobody is really being a somebody.
Hurrah for nobody-hood and happy anonymity. I love being a nobody.
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