I am going to see Carrie Underwood in concert in a few weeks. I am pretty excited about it. I haven’t really been thinking about it lately because I have been overwhelmingly busy at work.
Well it would seem that everyone else is thinking about it! I was just talking to my mom yesterday and a friend today and they both asked, “Oooh! Are you excited for the concert?” And I’ve been like, “uh, yeah, it’s in a month, I’m busy I haven’t thought about it lately,” and the reaction I get is, “What do you mean?! You have awesome seats! How could you not be thinking about it every single minute?”
And I think to myself at these moments, are people disappointed because I am not obsessed with my favorite singer at every moment of every day? I mean, hey, don’t get me wrong, I am totally a fan, and she’s my favorite and she’s on the cover of Allure magazine this week and you can read all about her, and yes, I totally get how she’s famous but mostly normal too, and that’s why I like her.
I have to say I can’t imagine being her. From the moment I was a kid I wanted nothing but to be famous. However, I hear her talk about it…and she says that you’re never really sure if people like you, it almost always seems like they want something from you…and so she’s more likely to trust small-town people who came from where she came from.
I guess I can understand that on some level. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think I might be able to live without being as famous as Carrie Underwood is. I enjoy listening to her from afar, yeah, and in actuality I could imagine that we would get along if we had a conversation. I feel kind of bad because I would love to invite her to my town and we could run around town and sing karaoke and eat something vegetarian together…it would be great fun. But I’m kinda sad too because I realize that even though I would just be wanting to visit with her and make friends, everywhere we would go people would want a piece of her. I mean c’mon–can you imagine showing up at the karaoke bar with Carrie Underwood?
Wow. I can see why celebs sometimes make bad choices. If you never really feel like you can be yourself…because people you make ‘friends’ with only want a product and don’t really want to get to know you, life could get really empty.
Well, Carrie, I certainly doubt you read my blog, but if you do, I’d be fine with having you over at my house for a girls night. We could watch Michael Phelps clips or football or something and play karaoke revolution. I would actually love to try and beat you at it. I couldn’t, but it might be fun to try. Anyway, my point is, somewhere out there one can actually find genuine people who like you for who you are. From what I’ve read about you I don’t imagine you to be a jerk, and I’d be happy to be your friend without exploitation involved. I wish you a few or many, whatever you want, genuine friends.
I can’t believe I just addressed that paragraph to Carrie Underwood. Well, it’s the truth and I meant it. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have people in my life who cared about me regardless of the life I lead or choices I make. (Thanks, guys.)
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in all seriousness, you made me giggle. I know you probably weren’t trying to make people laugh, so that means I was probably laughing at you and not with you. But it’s with the utmost love and respect for your love and respect for Carrie Underwood. I think it would be really fun if she read your blog and then called you out of the audience onto the stage. That would be awesome and I think that kind of stuff happens to you.
That’s one of the coolest things anyone has ever said to me.
I would totally freak out if that happened. I would hardly have my wits about me to do what I intended to do while I was up there…which of course would be to slip her a note with my phone number that said, “karaoke after?”