Don’t you just love the title of this new post? I know you do because I obviously put a lot of effort into it. I thought I’d come back to the blogging world with a bang.
Truth is, I haven’t written much because sometimes I wonder if the blogging world is cheesy or strategic. Is it helpful? Do people even read these things? Is it a fad that’s going to go out of style like those ponchos I used to wear in middle school?
And really, amongst all the other beautiful blogs out in the world, written by beautiful people, why should people care about what I have to say? I’m not a mom with a mom blog. I’m not a cook with a cooking blog. I’m literally just some girl in Texas who talks about stuff. Random stuff. All the random stuff.
Is my voice being heard and do people (other than family) care about it?
And tada we have a winner. Thus begins this post.
My existential crisis begins by wondering if I — a girl amongst billions of other girls — have a voice that matters in this universe. The internet has allowed people of all shapes and sizes to let their voices be heard, small as it may sound. We don’t wait for our 15 minutes of fame in the modern world anymore. We make our own. We stretch it out until it’s a lifetime full of 15 minutes.
Some of you probably have no idea what I’m talking about because you absolutely do not care if people know you exist.
But maybe some of you know all too well about what I am talking about. You have your own blog, wondering if people read it. You have a YouTube channel. You’re screaming out into the world, “Hey! I exist!”
I don’t usually care about being famous. I remember a quote I once read by Jim Carrey along the lines of, “I wish everyone could be famous so everyone could see it doesn’t solve a thing.”
But just recently, I finished writing a book. And it turns out, if you want to get a book published, you need a literary agent. And if you want a literary agent, the majority of them only take on published authors. You know…famous people. It’s a Catch-22 and I hate it all.
I’m not famous or a published author. I mean, I’ve written a couple of opinion pieces for The El Paso Times, but I also have a short story I really want to share with the world and it’s been rejected by two magazines. So yeah. I’m not exactly a literary agent magnet.
Just recently, I was watching the reality show I Wanna Marry Harry. Gotta love a reality show where American girls act ridiculous around a British man (and btw, even though he’s not a prince, he is soooo cute and I’d be down to date him any day). Anyways, though a lot of the girls don’t seem to think he’s actually Prince Harry, there is one thing they all agree on.
After security rushes him off off the premises of a castle, the girls whisper to themselves, “He has to be important.”
That word “important” haunts me. For so long, I’ve believed that fame and importance have some sort of correlation. As if the more famous you are, the more important you are and vice versa. Or in the context of I Wanna Marry Harry, the more stuff you have, the more people that follow you around, the more important you are. The more important you are, the more people care about what you do, and what you have to say.
But I wonder if that’s really the case.
Because the baristas at a coffee shop I go to are pretty dang important to me when all I really want out of life is coffee. The guys who pick up the garbage bins every week are pretty important because if they weren’t around, our streets would be smelly. The random people at an Amazon warehouse are important because if they didn’t mail me stuff I ordered, I wouldn’t be able to experience the beauty of certain items they don’t sell in my town.
What we own, our status, and our level of fame have nothing to do with how important we are.
Maybe we’re important and all have a voice that matters just because we’re human. We are around other humans and have the power to do things to them that can change their lives, hopefully for the better.
This is obvious of course, but sometimes I think it’s so obvious that it’s hard to see.
I don’t even know what the definition of importance is anymore. What do you think it means?
Most of all, what’s the point of this post? I have no idea. Just thought I’d throw out these words into this wide, ever expanding universe, because even though they’re not life-altering or scattered in the book I am trying to get published, they’re still mine. And though I’m not famous or “important” to a lot of people, I still have something to say.
But seriously, someone get me a literary agent.
P.S. Here’s a video I made once.