Fame is a funny thing. So many people chase it… as if it’s going to be the thing that fulfils them. Not me… fame was thrust upon me. I didn’t ask for it… nor did I seek it. Well, I lie… I totally wanted it and constantly sought it out. You see, I am a famous ‘My Kitchen Rules’ tweeter. Two of my tweets have made it onto the screen. You may recognise me… and if you haven’t then you are living under a rock. I.AM.FAMOUS!
In this modern technological magical age, fame is epitomised as having your tweet displayed on TV for five seconds. Once this has been achieved you can dip yourself in the warm vat of happiness and feel the glow of fame being absorbed through your imperfect pours… no one can take that away from you EVER.
The fact that my tweet was chosen out of so many that can only dream of having their tweet seen on TV, makes me feel so superior. I am clearly so much better than everyone else. Not everyone who tweets while watching the show gets the privilege of seeing their tweet on the TV. I am part of a very very exclusive group… it’s a tiny group… a tiny humble group.
I have decided that I don’t need a paying job that sucks the life out of me, I just need to live tweet and have my tweets displayed on TV for everyone to see. This will make me far happier than having a pay check at the end of every week. Tweet fame… something that no pay check can ever buy.