The Dilution of Fame

If I was alive a hundred years ago today I would most definitely be famous. I’d have all these words to make a new American style of writing. It wouldn’t be science fiction but rather just a synopsis of how one may think in the future if he were not very well read and under-educated but did have life experience that made him unique to people that didn’t say as much. 

I’d be someone who could make friends with people he doesn’t know or will never meet but they too are talented in a way that makes them the envy of others or the new target on the block and so we identify with each other. I’m not saying I’d be remembered a hundred years from then if now was then but at the time I would rub elbows with other eccentrics and make the paper because all the right people would know what is good and others would follow and know too. I may even be so famous as to meet a master of the millennium. Someone who is going to be remembered forever throughout history over the next thousands of years. Hopefully it’s a good guy, someone who doesn’t want me and a million other people’s heads on a platter. It seems these types of guys are few and far between. But a guy like myself is only good for a century or two. 

A hundred years ago the famous pool was way less diluted. 

I could’ve made headlines up until today, if I lived to be a hundred, telling what it’s like to have lived with such a select few of unforgotten famous people who were still around when others expanded on their talent making it popular.

The gap between the famous gets smaller and smaller while their grasp on ordinary people gets weaker and weaker. The young forget the old and the young become less popular for being less unique.

A hundred years ago a famous person had more fame in their little pinky….It has become unsatisfying and cliched to be made famous today.