Some lonely people feel invisible and worthless because they aren’t famous or rich or successful, and dream of being discovered and turned into an overnight star, or being whisked away by a rich lover. It’s a dodgy dream, though, since a cursory flick through the media will bring up dozens – hundreds – of cautionary tales.
Like Etta James, Elvis, Jacko and so many others, fame, success, talent and enormous wealth don’t stop the lonely feelings – they often make them worse. The media is full of stories of stars and celebs admitting to crippling loneliness. The more famous and rich and beautiful they are, the more ‘friends’ and fans they get, the fewer genuine friends they can rely on. And how could you tell if someone loved the glittery image and the de luxe lifestyle, or the real person, the one dragging round the house in the morning with bed hair, panda eyes, baggy pyjamas and the same neuroses and fears and flaws as anyone else. The human being behind the tinsel, when the spotlight’s turned off. Are they lovable? Are they worth all the fuss? When will the world spot the fraud?
Celebs wearing sunglasses indoors; celebs covered in bling and shouting the odds, celebs getting into trouble – maybe what’s underneath the nonsense is a lonely person who doesn’t know how else to cope.