Why is it so confusing to see celebrities alone in real life? They just look sad. It's wrong and sad.
A photo of Adam Sandler sitting non-judgmentally on the stairs as Claridge scrolls through his phone? It's wrong and sad. Was Katie Holmes photographed by paparazzi walking down a California street? Sad and wrong.
Love Islanders lining up at TK Maxx? Tragic. I don't know why this is happening. Maybe people think I'm also photographing someone desperately hurting when I leave the dry cleaners or enter the post office?
right. I conducted a straw poll among my friends and no one recognized me and I was declared a narcissist for even asking. I may talk about that another time.
At this point, I think everyone expects celebrities to show up with their entourage. Or maybe a bodyguard. Yes, at Costa. Ideally, your entourage should include plenty of other well-known names. Because in the public imagination, that's where they belong.
My 15-year-old daughter returned from an evening in central London this week and was giddy with excitement as she spotted actor Warwick Davies riding a Segway around town.
I was impressed with both pieces of information. did she talk to him? She was appalled at my impudence. Why would he want to talk to her? And was I suffering from narcissism by proxy?
rude. I reassured her that I wasn't going to knock him off her wheels or get in the way of Five Guys demanding her selfies, but she said there was no harm in saying anything.
Similarly, if all you can think of is, “Oh, you're Warwick Davis,” it doesn't make sense because he already knows. Words like “I think you were great at that” cover all bases.
Performers need to feel wanted, which I was once rejected from a major drama school. Often through no fault of their own, their self-esteem begins to slowly erode and we owe them a little love.
My friend's parents were once at the same event as Michael Palin, and the poor guy spent most of the evening standing over Todd because no one wanted to disturb him. my heart breaks. No one walks alone looking at my watch.
Last year, I was walking by the Tower of London with my girlfriend on a sunny afternoon when I saw a famous comedic actress coming from the opposite direction. She couldn't say she was sad because she was holding her child's hand, but she might have been a little wrong.
I passed by. But then I had a desire to connect. I literally ran back and exclaimed, “I think you're so talented and hilarious and radiate intelligence.”
Then she stopped and said with a twinkle in her eye: I was having a bit of a down day, but now you've really cheered me up. thank you. “
thank you? Please bless me. It was a heartwarming moment that I will never forget. Would you like to think she remembers that too?
Of course not, because that would make me a narcissist.
