Here's something that has been troubling me. Not to the point of waking up and pacing but it's certainly a strange thing.
If we could be anybody who would we want to be? You can bet nine out of 10 guys would say they would want to be Johnny Depp or Brad Pitt, due to one or more of the following factors.
1 - Dashing good looks
2 - High octane careers as movie stars
3 - Unimaginable wealth
4 - Ability to pull just about any woman on the planet and probably quite a few on Mars or elsewhere.
5 - Innate coolness.
Yet when we read the accounts of the bitter break-ups between Depp and Amber Herd and Pitt and Angelina Jolie, some disconcertingly spiky words are dropped into the smooth mix - words like violence, alcohol, threats, drugs, and anger. Anger features rather prominently.
There's a cell phone video - admittedly used by Herd to obtain a restraining order - that appears to show Depp in an unintelligible rage. There are claims of an attack with a cell phone, drug abuse and Herd suffering bruises.
All of this should be viewed in the light of a Hollywood he said/she said kind of tussle.
However, there are well-documented instances of Depp losing it such as when he caused $10,000 of damage to a hotel room during a bitter argument with ex Kate Moss in 1994.
Meanwhile, all is not well over at Brangelina. Indeed, it has split apart and things got very unpleasant with the claims by Angelina that Brad Pitt was physically and verbally abusive to their kids while on their private plane, reports USA Today. He's now being investigated by the FBI.
Brad was reported to be wasted on a plane, verbally and physically abusive to a couple of the 20 or so kids and even tried to leave the scene in a fuel truck on landing. As one does after a mile-high bender.
So here's the kicker. You can have everything. You can be Brad Pitt. You can have the world at your feet and yet your life can descend into one long drunken trailer park brawl.
This is not without precedence. Think Elvis Presley killing himself on junk food and shooting up TV sets. Think Whitney Houston dying in the bath.
I'm a bit concerned about the electricity bill this month but now I'm not so sure I'll be much happier if I find the $100 to pay it.
I can't tell you the elusive secret to happiness. Maybe it's just be unremarkable.
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Now then. What the heck. It seems I had forgotten about my blog completely rather than just neglecting it this time. To return after so long...
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Now then. What the heck. It seems I had forgotten about my blog completely rather than just neglecting it this time. To return after so long...
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Sometimes in my dreams I have an odd vision of a rotund man being chased around by scantily clad girls at double speed. Policemen and vicars...
Absolutely. I'd rather be unremarkable than a train wreck. Then again, I could never be an actor. I require a huge amount of autonomy in my day to day job and would not do well with someone directing my performance. In short, I don't play well with others.
ReplyDeletegood point Mandy - I never thought of that, although I suppose the mega stars try to call the shots
DeleteWeird how anger is so prominent. What do they have to be angry about except the pressure to be perfect and always ready for the camera?
ReplyDeleteI guess if you have it all there's nothing to strive for Sarah
DeleteBe happy to be yourself. I'm always happiest when my bills are paid and I have time to chill out in my writing chair. With all the angst that goes with coolness and fame, I'll pass, thanks.
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