A World Full of Nobodies

He picked the “Hello” magazine up from the shelf and read the review on Britney’s O2 tour. It said something along the lines of Britney was miming half the night and only managed to sing one song live, but the peformances were brilliant from everybody else apart from her.

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“Poor Brit” he thought as he shoved the magazine back onto the shelf. A slice of him was sorry that she was getting so much bad press especially after her break up with her boyfriend and losing custody over her two kids, while another part of him was jealous.  Jealous that she was actually living a life where people were interested in the things she did or did not do, where they were interested in what was happening in her life all the time.

He wished that there was at least one person who was interested in his life, but on reflection he himself found his life to be pretty boring and uninteresting.  He didn’t drink, he always tried to finish his work on time, he never really went out drinking with what little friends he had, or with his work colleagues and he spent most of his time catching up on sleep or watching bad television programmes.

“I need to do something to change my life” he thought to himself “but what…”