Who am I? (Or perhaps more accurately) Who else could be me?

Has it ever dawned on you that you are just like everyone else and there is nothing special about you. Not a strand. Well it has on me, I am nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary. I have a normal life, a decent life, I have friends and a family, and most important; a pool.
I got that saying "Who am I? (Or perhaps more accurately) Who else could be me?" from a book about low culture called Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs by Chuck Klosterman. In many ways, this book has been the guidline to my year so far. There is nothing special about this author's life, and there is no real point to care about why Pamela Anderson had sex with Tommy Lee and asked "Where are we?" 20 times in her scandalist sex tape, as author Chuck Klosterman explains. But what are we really looking at? At the end of a review for this movie, a critic might say "where are we, indeed" but I think it is fit to ask "where are we without Pamela Anderson?".

Our lives have become so induced in celebrities that celebrities are famous for being famous. They don't deserve the spotlight and talent has been sucked out of Hollywood. In fact, it has been sucked out so much that it has become a talent to be untalented. As Paris Hilton keeps proving every day.

Now you are probably reading this and either thinking, "what a fucktard" or "wow, he's right". If I were you, I'd pick choice b), because wow, I am right. Because, if I were famous, I would not be another Paris Hilton or Tommy Lee, because that is not making a different in this world. So maybe there are alot of you out there thinking, yeah, that's true too. So then you're like me. So then you could be me, right? And that answered my question.