Choosing Not To Become Famous

So I’ve decided not to become famous. After much thought, I’ve decided not to become the next Kim Kardashian, Paris Hilton or Nicole Ritchie. You know why? Because that would mean I couldn’t work at my insurance job. Unless of course we turned my insurance persona (aka “The Dull Co-worker”) into a local reality show on Rogers cable.

I fear it would be far too difficult to manoveur throughout the Tri-City area with all the paparazzi in tow and deal with the constraints of rush hour traffic. Plus, if I ever did have children, how would they feel being photographed all the time. I mean really, the media can be like stalkers and follow you everywhere. I've already had a stalker in my life and it's not all its cracked up to be.

So, I am making peace with my infamousness. Being able to fade into the background when walking downtown Kitchener is something that people like Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt and Angelina would kill for. Wow! How lucky am I?!

No worries here of appearing as a feature in a “Stars without Make Up!” article. Also, there’s no danger that I’ll be in one of those “Who Wore it Better” polls if I happen to wear the same outfit as Jennifer Aniston. Thank goodness. I'm so tired of being compared to her.

I don’t need to worry about a tell all book coming out about me. That would be so embarrassing if someone wrote a book about me revealing my trysts with Hollywood hunks like George Clooney and Bradley Cooper. Thankfully that can remain a secret.

So as I drive (sans the ardour from my elderly, male insurance broker fans) to my ultra-glam insurance job, I will feel content knowing my life is so much better than Beyonce's...until of course I have to review the commercial general liability policy training documentation (please note...I’m being serious here...this is actually what I do...on second thought, maybe I’ll give Oprah a call and see if she can help me out).