Viewing famous people through the lens of a 75 year old man is a whole different world from the world of, what I can only guess, is your audience. Sharing space with fame at my age is of no interest to me at this time in my life, but I have shared the response Scheidler had. Some fifty years ago I saw Raymond Burr in passing (Perry Mason, Ironside) at LAX. In life he was a big man, but he was, indeed, bigger than life as he traveled the walking escalator. I made no contact...I was traveling in the opposite direction. But, I guess awe would have described the experience. That memory certainly stayed with me all these years. A more intimate contact was made with Jane Wyatt (Father Knows Best) some fifty years ago when friends of mine and I visited Valyermo (St. Andrew's Benedictine Monastery) in the foothills of the Antelope Valley. The day was an open house, and Jane Wyatt and a companion actually stopped and chatted with my group who were sitting at a table. This, too, was an unforgettable few minutes, ergo, awe? I can only guess that most people who find fame soon grow tired of the intrusion, but on that particular day, a lovely, aging actress seemed quite comfortable chatting with strangers.
Went to a play the other evening and sat next to a fairly obscure but if you know him you know him actor. I've been around actors quite a lot, famous or otherwise. My favorite thing about being near them is how they just, like, emit a certain aura. They exist on a different level or something. It's cool to see, but I would not want that particular quality for myself, because as you said, it seems exhausting. The energy I was trying not to send his way had an actual atmosphere, and ugh to feel that all the time.
Viewing famous people through the lens of a 75 year old man is a whole different world from the world of, what I can only guess, is your audience. Sharing space with fame at my age is of no interest to me at this time in my life, but I have shared the response Scheidler had. Some fifty years ago I saw Raymond Burr in passing (Perry Mason, Ironside) at LAX. In life he was a big man, but he was, indeed, bigger than life as he traveled the walking escalator. I made no contact...I was traveling in the opposite direction. But, I guess awe would have described the experience. That memory certainly stayed with me all these years. A more intimate contact was made with Jane Wyatt (Father Knows Best) some fifty years ago when friends of mine and I visited Valyermo (St. Andrew's Benedictine Monastery) in the foothills of the Antelope Valley. The day was an open house, and Jane Wyatt and a companion actually stopped and chatted with my group who were sitting at a table. This, too, was an unforgettable few minutes, ergo, awe? I can only guess that most people who find fame soon grow tired of the intrusion, but on that particular day, a lovely, aging actress seemed quite comfortable chatting with strangers.
Went to a play the other evening and sat next to a fairly obscure but if you know him you know him actor. I've been around actors quite a lot, famous or otherwise. My favorite thing about being near them is how they just, like, emit a certain aura. They exist on a different level or something. It's cool to see, but I would not want that particular quality for myself, because as you said, it seems exhausting. The energy I was trying not to send his way had an actual atmosphere, and ugh to feel that all the time.