Every now and then, I have little daydreams about what it’d be like to be someone/something other than what I am. Think famous or any number of other fantasies like being uber-attractive, mega-wealthy, musically exceptional, etc., the kinds of things that require luck and genetics as well as the hard work and persistence.

In truth, I’m curious about it because I have no idea what it would be like. I don’t stop traffic when I walk on the street. I don’t have staff planning my every move and taking care of the small details. I don’t have hordes of fickle fans or media people who’re waiting for my next emanation to guide their lives or those of their readers.

To be clear, I don’t want to be that kind of person. I never did. I have good reasons for why I am who I am, where I am, doing what I do. I know deep-down that I don’t want that kind of attention, and in all likelihood I wouldn’t handle it well. I don’t have the performer gene. I also know that problems are merely different in the situations I describe, not nonexistent.