OMG!! Popularity!

I've touched on popularity before - especially in my last post. But is it really worth all the drama?

Being popular is nice. It's nice to have people know your name, and it's cool to have everyone preaching their love to you. You're desired, and you like that. But with that popularity comes the rumors. The rumors that those that envy you - or just outright hate you - start. These rumors can tear you down. People know your name, but it becomes this way for all the wrong reasons.
"Mindy Popular has crabs."
"Erik Jockboy is gay."
"Cassie Slutmonster sleeps around."

They keep going and going, and for all someone knows, they might be true. But fact and fiction doesn't matter. People will believe anything, any juicy, meaty gossip. People just devour it. They want to be in on the secrets, and soon, it's not a secret anymore.
It's not worth all of this, because in the end, you won't stay popular. You'll be ruined, or you'll just give up. Not to mention the loss of your true friends. You become so wrapped up in your newfound popularity, you forget about the people that care about you.
So no. It's not worth it. It might be nice, for a while, but in the end, it doesn't matter how many people know your name. You're not a god. You're a human being, and you're not any more special than the rest of us.

~J*~

*NOTE: "You" is just a generalization; this isn't to anyone in particular.

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