This might surprise you, but my fantasy has never been to be famous. My fantasy is to be average. OK. As a public opinion researcher I truly understand what that is. So maybe just slightly above average.
I remember driving through the mountains of North Carolina in my 20’S and seeing a trailer nestled sweetly in a valley and thinking that the person who lives there works in a furniture mill. I would fantasize for hours about how their alarm clock would go off and they would get up for their shift.
But I never wanted to wake up in the morning and look in the mirror and do this. In 43 minutes.
