I had a friend who, years ago, told me he was depressed because he wasn't famous. He didn't seem to want to be an artist, an actor, a singer or invent something cool. He didn't want to do anything that would facilitate a rapid rise to fame, even try out for a reality tv show, he just wanted to be famous.
He now has nearly a thousand friends on facebook where he posts his baby photos and pictures of his house, he has several blogs, and posts photos of even his most mundane daily activities on flickr.
I thought of him this morning reading this article in Good. (yes, I understand the irony of writing about this on my blog. I'm going to update my facebook status now.)
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