It's Fake Love

It's Real Love
I think it's fair to say that every human wants love, but what exactly is love? People think they love their favourite stars, but I'm not sure they really do.

When is a star hot? Isn't it when their names and faces are a constant presence in the telecommunications, broadcasts and promotions of our corporate overlords? I seem to vaguely recall a time when people were excited to see me. I recall strangers pinching my shirtsleeves to make sure I was in front of them. I recall girls getting excited if I visited their high school to use their public computer. I recall women camping out around my old apartment block. I recall how women would pass me furtive glances in the elevator. And when was all that? When was I 'loved' like that? Can't you remember? It was when I was being talked about on the TV. It was when your TV told you I was going to be the next big thing. It was when my face was on the cover of Newsweek. It was when your corporate overlords commanded you to love me. But was it love?

Then I find out what's going on. Then I see lawyers about putting a stop to unauthorized broadcasts with me and my life as the main feature. Then the broadcasters are prosecuted and punished. Then, the next day, they say I'm not the next big thing anymore. And then what happened to all that so-called love?

I'm still the same person as when I was 'loved' in this way. I've even improved. I've learned to stand on my own feet and support myself with a paying job. It took the death of both my parents, but I finally grew up.

I need love as much as the next person, but it must be real love. From what I can see, all I was offered was artificial love. It appears to me that no one ever loved me, that they just followed their instructions from their TV's and radios. And they couldn't love any new star in my place with any greater depth than they ever loved me. I do not envy stars.

I'd rather have no love than fake love. That's the choice I made and I'm happy with it. At least I'm going through life with my eyes open. And no one can deny the love I shared with them if anything I produced gave them pleasure. I didn't have to share a word of my comedy or poetry or a note of my music with the world. It made me feel good and I just wanted others to have the same pleasure. No one can take that away from me. Love is giving, and I have given my whole heart. I'm glad that my love is real and not just a forced response from a broadcast signal. If I ever receive such true love myself before I die, I will surely be grateful.

I won't hold my breath waiting for it, not while I'm still hearing my last name getting slurred every second day. That must be why so many stars can't use their real names; they can't be real people because real people need real love, and fake love is all they're ever going to get. I'm not 'Uncle', I'm David Skerkowski. It's a proud Polish name. Sorry if it's not good enough for you. And what's your name, by the way? Willing to taste your own medicine?

Technical note: I'll be getting technicians to do a diagnostic of this computer soon. I want to know why my proxy address keeps needing adjustment. Google, maybe you know why. It seems very suspicious to me.
  
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