So I was just discussing this with a colleague recently... on why I don't really get starstruck.
I've had tons of fun in the past interviewing loads of really cool people. Aerosmith. Psy. Robbie Fowler. Rafa Benitez. Show Luo. Daniel Henney Jessica Alba. And many more...
But, I've never really gotten.. well.. tongue tied or starstruck. Who they are, doesn't really bother me. It's why I guess, it's easier for me to handle speaking to them. Because I see them as another human being.
But, for all intents and purposes, the people that I've wanted to meet, and I know I would totally have a mind explosion that will render me - the chatty catty - utterly speechless... or have me unwittingly pulling weird faces,stammer, stutter, and be petrified I would say something stupid.
Are people who have made a difference in this world.
Nelson Mandela has always been one of the people I have wanted to meet. And I was devastated that I would never get the chance to interview him when he passed. I am an admirer of Aung San Suu Kyi's, and I am hoping that I will have the chance to speak with her one day. Another person I admire greatly, is Muhammed Yunus, a social entrepeneur that helped pioneer microfinance.
I might, admittedly be a little dazzled if I ever do get to meet Angelina Jolie. Also because she really lends her hand to help.
When my colleague heard, he was like... "eh, you like politicians one meh? I had pegged you to go gaga over all the entertainment/ fashion peeps."
Don't get me wrong. I love talking to designers, and actors and singers... each time I interview another and I get a great interview, I do get an amazing buzz!
But.. I really.. really admire people who really do something with their lives.
I believe everyone has a story. But, I think way too many people in this world live entirely selfish, self-indulgent lives. I find it rather repulsive. Like parasites, sucking out of this world, without giving back.
I also have a low tolerance for people who only do stuff to be seen. Or to project a certain image. And where the actions aren't fuelled by the right intentions.
Most of all, I think people who have made a difference in the world, and continue trying to make a positive impact - gain my respect.
Ok. Let's just show you a picture reference from ONE event I hosted a year ago, to show you what I mean...
Even leaning in for a kiss with Steve Tyler of Aerosmith. And surrounded by greats - fine.
While with the pretty and petite singer Carly Rae Jepsen. Smiley.
Again... looking fine with Psy.
And even going for a shot with Ceelo.
But wait.... someone who stands up for human rights, for equality. And is mega talented to boot.
Yes. Sadly. That is my life story. And when I really like a guy. Like really like a guy.... I turn into a massive idiot around him too. And it ain't pretty. And it always seems like all the gods suddenly want to tune into Sara's comedy channel right at that exact same time, and conspire to make me look as unglamourous. Klutzy. And unsexy as they probably can. Honestly. It is ridiculous.
At the end of the day though... back to my train of thought. About people who make a difference. I think everyone has a part to play in making a difference. Some times, it doesn't even seem like we are doing enough. In fact, I often get frustrated that I can't do more. And I am a giant softee. I'm the kind of girl that at the end of the day, when it rains, and I see a cat, or a bird huddled up trying to get shelter from the rain, I actually start tearing up. (Literally. In fact it happened to me just yesterday as well. And no. I am not on my period. Pfft.)
It takes many tiny drops to make the ocean, as the old Chinese saying goes. And everything thing we do - it all counts. Whether it is a simple act of kindness, holding the door open for someone. Helping an old man who trips and falls in front of you. Giving up your seat on the train for a pregnant woman. Even small things.... some times make a big difference.
A butterfly flap in the forest can cause a storm somewhere else right? So start flapping. =)
*curtsy*
xx
sara
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