A question I have had for a while is, why are some people willing to do practically anything for fame? I’m talking about things like jumping over a 20 foot tank of sharks on a motorcycle, or jumping out of an airplane handcuffed, foot-manacled, in a sack, and chained to a wall of a locked cell. Granted, the people who I’m talking about (Evel Kneivel and Robert Gallup, respectively) survived the stunts, but they had probably trained for months to do it. (Even so, Kneivel broke a whole lot of bones in his body.)
Professionals aside, there are people on crazy game shows, who will do things like sticking their tongues in beehives. Yeah, so 100,000 people will see you, but even so, what exactly is the point of putting your precious life in peril? Maybe you’ll get a fancy plaque, but if you might not be around when you get it, what, then, is the point? People should go after more safe pursuits, like collecting more than 285,150 ballpoint pens. (That record is currently held by some woman named Angelika Unverhau.)
After all, you won’t get another life if you throw the one you were given down the drain.
Or into a beehive, as the case may be.
“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe.”
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nice post. it reminds me about the dinner table that im missing. dont miss me too much.
ReplyDeletePerhaps a deep primordial desire to be great that confused fame and stupidity with greatness, possibly related to a underlying lazyness that allows one to reach 'fame'with far less effort then greatness....
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