We all want people to be someone that it's impossible to be, because that means we have a chance to be impossible.
We wanted Lance Armstrong to commit acts of greatness, even post-cancer, to show that the human body can overcome anything. He is a superhero, toppling disease AND records with a single bound.
We want Jodie Foster to be as brilliant and measured in her words and actions as we believe the actress/director/producer/Yale grad/Armani muse must be in her everyday life. She is a goddess, and even the way she makes peanut butter and jelly for Mel Gibson must be more meaningful than the way other people do it.
We want Manti Te'o to play the championship game that his dead girlfriend told him he should play.
We want everyone to be everything because we want to feel like we are capable of everything. I can create a TV show and write a novel and appear on television and crack wise on Twitter and have an enviable marriage and maintain a size 6 and bench press 150 pounds and volunteer with the needy and still have time to have really, REALLY great hair.
But Lance is a sociopath and Jodie is a human being and I don't know what Manti is yet but he rest of us, well, we're all just muddling through trying to do what we do.
This year I wrote
This year I'm resolving to be as impressive as my friends & the people I follow. #serioustweet— Nina Bargiel (@slackmistress) January 2, 2013
It's not by comparison, mind you. More like inspiration. I have friends who write essays and young adult novels and short story collections and novellas and memoirs and novels and webseries and yearlong projects about Billy Joel and that's just off the top of my head. Real people, doing real things.
The only standard I need to be held to is my own.
It's January 18 so we can relax and be the lazy, terrible people we were meant to be until the next New Year rolls around.— Nina Bargiel (@slackmistress) January 18, 2013