- …..she thought fame would be the answer to her litany of ailments, but she soon learned otherwise. She discovered fame was a prison every bit as constraining as the poverty and anonymity she had serially grown to loath in her youth. Return to that pitiful station in life? No, she didn’t want to turn around and go backwards in time either, even if she had been able to, which of course she wasn’t. And then a bolt of wisdom struck her–a bolt that had been hiding inside her body all these years, lying low while skulking about in some previously unexplored dark chasms–and she realized that people aren’t meant to live blissful, happy lives. They just aren’t! Happiness is at its very core a grand hallucination. Such is merely the winsome, unrealistic stuff centerpiecing political campaigns, bridal showers, and fairy tales……
Fred's Soapbox 