I had another medical procedure today… yes another. I’ve had quite a few over the last couple of years, though I’ve not talked about any of them here. I suppose I should… I mean, it might help, right? Seems like it.
It went well, and there was an added bonus of meeting one of my fans today. A nurse, this time. Love that. She dropped a bucket-full of hints that she knew who I was when I met her, and I gave her a joke after the procedure was done- told her I dreamed of being a movie star. She got a kick out of it and kinda-sorta winked at me after laughing. Neat, I love love love interactions like that. One of the main reason I go out, when I do.
I love my fans. Honestly, they kick so much ass, when I see them out in public. I’ve got such a great fanbase- one of the best of any celebrity, I think, and I mean that without exaggeration. I don’t meet too many of them where I live but when I do they are uniformly nice and well-meaning. No autographs- yet- but a lot of googly-eyed staring, winking and inside jokes sometimes.
On extreme occasions, I’ve had women go into shock upon seeing me. Extreme occasions, but yes it happens. And sometimes people regard me with a kind of… awe, like they’re seeing a superhero, or something. People who clearly know who I am, I mean. Like, they humble themselves before me as though I was some kind of royalty.
Hmmn. Now that I think about it, it’s the women who go into shock. It’s the men who… act subservient. Odd. Perhaps some psychologist somewhere can form some opinion about those factoids and how they relate to traditional gender roles. Hmmn.
And oddly enough, I seem to have more fans in the educated classes than amongst the working classes that I traditionally champion here, or the underclass. Hmmmn. Something to think about.
But yeah, a lot to go over, here. There are so many topics that I could perhaps write encyclopedias about that I’ve not breached on here that its crazy. Oy, so much to write about, and so little time.
But, that is some other day. I need to sleep, now.
*yawn*