You

You’re too modest to get famous, not to mention it’s already passe.  You are modern in your way, not theirs. You are real.   And really, celebrity is so turn-of-the century it makes you embarrassed.  You want to look away in shame when you see newspapers with today’s date gauchely print the paparazzi’s epigone art, as though such things were still cutting-edge.  It makes it hard for you to even read the newspaper: you hurriedly flip through the pages, sometimes tearing them, trying not to focus on the print until you get to the weather report.  You care about the weather; it is around you, it is yours – not theirs.  Later, you will relax and enjoy the companionship of your friends and family.  You will talk about matters that touch you.  Personal matters, some serious, some light, for you are neither dour nor flippant. You will not repeat the chatter of the masses, you will not indulge in that big false consciousness, the news.  You discuss things known to you, and much is known to you:  your experience is deep, made rich with your sensitivity, your powers of observation, your empathy.  Yes, you regret how others chatter and devour themselves, repeating one another’s repetitions in a mania for information, in the passion of the hub.  It saddens you, their desperate desire to resemble money itself, or simulate a market: a medium or place of exchange.  But you are unique.  You love many people too much to dwell on these vague, abstract non-people: the masses.  This is not to say you’re a misanthrope, quite the contrary!  You are filled with love, and willing to make new friends, and you are always open to new experience.  But, you understand your mortality and your limits, and you know you can only truly maintain so many friendships, and harbor so much of life within you: you don’t wish to transgress god-given boundaries for any mere tallies or collections: you know how deceptive such ”values” are.  Your values are based not on numbers, but on sentiments, and you have a genius for sentiment.  That is to say, you allow yourself to feel, and you understand your feelings – it’s no big deal, to you.  You are content and humble.  More is not always better, you are wise to that.  You are wise, but you do not boast your sagacity, nor do you think it especially virtuous; the fact that wisdom is so rarely found, does not make yours precious to you, for your inner economy is much different from the outer economy dictated by supplies and demands.  If there were more people like you, the world would be a much better place.