Famous people are overrated.
…alright, yeah, that may be due to the fact that I have zero context in the U.S.’s modern pop culture. Still, though, famous people are just people a lot of other people know about. People people people. Nothing exciting. I’d rather meet a talking lemur.
But this week’s journal asks if I’ve met someone famous, or which famous person I’d like to meet and why. Therefore, I’ll say that I would love, love, loooooove to meet Lucy Maud Montgomery, as well as every other author who kills off the best characters. Then I could tell them off for ending lives, writing well, and breaking hearts. I mean, if you’re trying to make the story more realistic, why not just kill off those annoying characters instead of my favorites? Always. William Golding, Harriet Beecher Stowe, J. K. Rowling, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Louisa May Alcott… leave the good ones alone!
Readers have it so hard.
But yeah, I’m good without meeting anyone famous. They probably don’t need a millionth “number one fan” anyway.