#32 – Being Recognized for Something in Public

photodune-652445-cheerful-business-people-pointing-at-you-copyspace-xsI debated how high or low to put this feeling for a while. There was a significant time when I wasn’t even sure if it should be on the list.

How often do you get recognized in public for something you do? And if you do get recognized often, do you even like it? Isn’t it just commonplace or irritating at a certain point?

I don’t have the answer to any of these questions and that’s because I am never, at least not any longer, recognized for anything in public.

The reason this feeling made the list and why it made it this high (or low) is because there was a time when it happened to me and it was fucking amazing.

In college, I wrote a humor column for the daily school newspaper. I only wrote it for a year and it would come out once a week. This was back in 2007 and 2008, before the meteoric rise of smart phones and back when people would actually read newspapers to distract themselves from having to pay attention in class.

As a side note, what I just said feels positively prehistoric at this point. Keep in mind, we all had phones and we all had computers. But, very few of us had smart phones and even those that did barely used them in the way we do today–mostly because the devices couldn’t even remotely handle the workload. This was just 10 years ago.

So yeah, people read the columns and this made me something like an E-list celebrity around campus for those few months. Every so often someone would come up to me and tell me they read it. It happened at parties, at the bar, in class.

I can say all of this without fear of looking like a douche because it was 10 years ago and who the fuck cares at this point, right? It’s not like I still think I am the man. But back then? You couldn’t tell me shit.

The idea that this rinky-dink little column I was scratching out in my room once a week was being read by a bunch of people I’d never met before and enjoyed by those same people to the point that they wanted to tell me so when they’d see me…man, it was too much to wrap my mind around.

For someone that’s never been and never will be famous in any way, shape or form, it was cool to think that someone out there enjoyed what you were producing.

It’s a pretty cool feeling, even for something as obviously insignificant as a humor column in a college newspaper.

Polar Opposite of this Feeling?: The person coming up to you to say that you fucking suck. That also happened.


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