A socialite... if you ever say that word to me, the first thing that comes to my head would be Tori Spelling, then Paris Hilton. Back in the 90210 days (god, I'm so old), Tori used to be such a huge socialite. Now that Paris Hilton rules the 'socialite' scene, people tend to forget that the term 'socialite' exists way before Paris was born.
If you ever talk about Paris Hilton, the first thing that comes to my head is a blond bimbo. I'm not a big fan of hers but I think she's just having fun, doing what she can and doing what she wants to do. For that purpose, I do give her a thumbs up.
When I got here, I met some of my friends.. well, let's just say 'acquaintances'. It's ridiculous how some of them talked to me and acted like they know me ages ago. It's even funnier when some of their profiles have pics of them with Paris. One girl actually has a pic of her and Paris. Me and a friend of mine believe that it's a fine work of photoshoppage. Another girl actually likes Paris and thinks she's cool. So, my point is all these mid-20's in Burma are trying so hard to be in her shoes. Money, glamor, sex, drugs.. you name it... they want a piece of their fingers in that mess.
A friend... if you say that word to me, normally I could list shit load. I used to feel guilty for having so many at first but come to think of it, I do indeed treat them as friends. I'm the type of person who wouldn't judge them on whichever case they are in. Being a transformed socialte-turned-hermit myself, I could empathize all the way to my friends who don't really make it big in the scene. In fact, I find it more pleasing to have an evening with a group of friends I love with alcohol and snacks in one of their houses. A friend, to me, is someone I care about.
Now, as I have mentioned so many times before, I have only three friends here and I could call them my best buddies, given they are all I ever care about. KP, Steve and double A and of course their lovely wives.
KP has a punk band and I have to admit, they're quite big in Burma. They might not be the Michael Jackson of Burma but they could qualify as a Green Day of Burma, given they have struggled hard to get there and they, in fact, know the real shiz in music.
This week, I got myself five backstage tickets to KP's concert for me, my sis, Steve, Steve's wife and Joel. Admittedly, these are the people I have been myself around and I have hung out in houses with alcohol and just play PS2 with. That is the only reason why I got them. I didn't have to try hard and I didn't actually love KP for the fact that he's popular. In fact, I've known him way before he even started his own band.
Now, this girl, M, has been saying shit between us. In summary, she's been trying to blend in to our group because KP is popular and not to sound like a huge brag, I DO have a lot of reputation when it comes to socializing. So, people do know me and the fact that I have added some of them on facebook, a place where I'm openly gay, turns out to be this great taboo to talk about. "So, is he really gay?" "How do you know?" "Do you know him?" "Does he say it honestly to you?". Now, if M was clever, she should have just shut up and got our trust but instead, she had to mingle her way through us and had to backstab my good friend, Steve, and bitch about him to KP's wife. Yes, the infamous high school trick, the inner-network-backstabbage.
I had dinner with KP and his wife today and we talked about how a lot of people just, all of a sudden, came up to him or just me or Steve's wife just to get a piece of 'intimacy' with popularity. First of all, we are not a groupie. We are a group of friends and by friends, I mean, REAL FRIENDS.
Now, M is wavering her 'OMG I know this band and I can get backstage tickets' flag. Another girl, 'the director' wants to tape the live concert to use it as a footage for her movie pro-bono. I mean, seriously, it's like an amateur director asking Green Day if she could tape them, use them for her movie pro-bono and sell it out to the crowd as her debut film that has Green Day in it. Of course, Green Day fans would start purchasing that movie, thinking if the whole band's actually a part of the movie. And we got another girl, the designer, who is actually a designer for a famous model-turned-actor here, who wants an extra ticket for him and the whole point of this is to mingle with the 'popularity' crowd.
It's not by contact that this band is famous. I've seen my friend try hard to get his popularity and by popularity, I mean he has his own audience and crowd. Just because he has a show this week does not actually mean you could get a big fat greedy finger dipped into this bowl of 'popularity'. It's almost like stealing the fame.
So, as I have mentioned, it makes me sick how a lot of mid-20's chicks in Burma has actually turned into a mini-Paris-Hilton wannabe. Paris has a point. Her dad is rich and she, herself, owns hotels. All I've known, from my point of view, is that some celebrities suck up to her. Now, these Burmese socialite-wannabes actually would lick anyone's balls to get into the 'fame' record. All I wanna say is "darls, do you even own your own car, let alone hotel". It's amazing how people want to be icons before they actually even try to achieve it. I think an 'icon' comes and goes a long way. You cannot just be someone by indulging your fake interest into something that you're not into. You cannot just pact on my shoulder and say "Hey, I'm your buddy" just because I'm famous. It's even sadder that some of them have been trying so hard to get in contact with me THIS WEEK just cos I know KP or just cos I'm talked about. I do not see myself as a celebrity anymore first of all. I see myself as Hein, the family man who cares about friends and who has quit the showbiz scene because it's full of untalented assholes who just reign for the time being via money they borrowed or just sugar-daddied from some rich fucktards.
Trust me, the scene is ugly and I am so glad I am not a part of it. Days like these, I feel so lucky that I'm actually grounded and sane as opposed to those superficial wannabes who just wanna reign their little cloud nines for a short period of time.
I have a goal and I'm going for a career. Fuck fame. I feel famous by a lot of friends who love me and care for me. I feel fortunate to have a family that supports me and I feel real that I am indeed a proud homosexual NOT BECAUSE being gay is in but just because I do get attracted to the same gender.
I'm just gonna sit back and watch these peons try their asses off and laugh as a comedic ridicule. I mean, it's quite entertaining to see people fall because of their stupidity. Get real, peeps. Superficiality is sooo yesterday or in fact, it never even actually existed.
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