I just finished taping an episode of “The View.” Barbara Walters was so impressed with my appearance that she asked me if I would like to replace Rosie O’Donnell when she leaves the show. I’m currently thinking about it.
Of course that’s not true. I’ve never been, nor will I ever really be on “The View.” However, thanks to my heightened imagination, not only have I been on “The View,” I’ve appeared on television with David Letterman, Jay Leno and even on “Ellen” where she gave me thousands of dollars worth of gifts. I was never on Oprah, but I have been to her house for lunch when she had Barbra Streisand over. Babs and I shared our love for Ebinger’s chocolate butter cream cake. And did I ever mentioned how many Tony, Oscar and Emmy Awards I’ve received?
I have a very rich and fertile imagination. Fortunately I can keep it in check. I’ve also never had a need to confuse my fantasy/imaginary world with the real one I live in. If there comes a time when I cross the line, then I believe I will be in need of help.
How many people are closeted daydreamers? How many people inject themselves into events that have happened, fantasized about being with famous people, or imagined being recognized for some talent or gift?
As one who aspired to be a recognized literary force in print, on stage and on the screen, I might add, the distance between the stories I’ve written and the celebrity I’ve imagined are much close than you might think. Almost like the image you see in your side view mirror…the one that says, “objects in mirror are closer than they appear.”
Today, the world of social media has blurred the line between what is real and what is imagined. Someone can be living in basic obscurity one day and all over the media the next day if their cat video goes viral. How many people believe they are only a hair’s breadth away from being recognized?
It wouldn’t be hard for me to imagine that this blog goes viral and I am asked to be a guest on “The View.” Considering the fact that this blog is normally only read by anywhere from four to 12 people on a good day, the likelihood of it every reaching someone who reaches someone else who reaches Whoopi Goldberg is laughable.
But, we can all dream, and in many cases it’s the dream that carries us forward. Is there ever a kid that played Little League that didn’t see himself as the next Derek Jeter? Is there ever any JV basketball players who doesn’t see himself as the next LeBron James? You get the point.
Unless you are like Frank Abagnale, the true-life character portrayed by Leo DiCaprio in “Catch Me If You Can,” a man who went to the dark side of his imagination, you most likely have your fantasy world in check.
Now imagine you are actually living the fantasy world. Imagine you are Bradley Cooper, Jennifer Lawrence, Meryl Streep or any other movie star. Or if sports occupies your fantasy world, close your eyes and imagine what it’s like to be a Tom Brady, one of the Williams sisters, or the winner of one of sport’s biggest awards. If you were to actually live in the world where you are living your fantasies you would either be able to handle it well or your life could easily spill out of control. If you were one of the “elect” few to “make it,” what would it do to your imagination? Would you be content living the life you might have only dreamt about when you were a kid, or would you want and need more?
How man headlines or clips from TMZ have showed us what happens when the world if imagination and the real world of fame and fortune collide?
So, what does any of this have to do with Brian Williams? Here’s a guy who is at the top of his game. A guy who is lauded and applauded. A guy with a shelf filled with awards. And from what I can gather, a really nice guy. What happened. Isn’t he living the life he might have dreamt about when he was a kid?
At the risk of not knowing what the hell I’m talking about, I’m going to try and imagine what Brian Williams might have dreamt or fantasized about. I imagine he imagined himself as one of the greatest television journalists ever. As a kid he probably saw himself as the next Edward R. Murrow or Walter Cronkite. Imagine his thrill and exhilaration when he found himself on the path of greatness. One would “imagine” that he would have no reason to dip into a fantasy world when he was living the fantasy. Wrong. Sometimes what we imagine might not be enough. If Mr. William’s fertile imagination was not satisfied by actually doing and being a potentially famous television journalist, it’s not hard to imagine what he imagined. It wouldn’t come as a surprise if he didn’t imagine what it might have been like to report on the JFK assassination. But, if you are going to imagine something that other real people did report on, why not go for the gusto, and place yourself in the JFK motorcade, or what the hell, why not be in the car with JFK and Jackie. That would be the scoop of the century.
Is it hard to “imagine” that since it wasn’t enough that Brian Williams was covering world events, he needed to or had to inject himself into the story, but never as the super hero, only as a journalist who actually got his hands dirty by participating in the story.
One might judge such behavior and call it mental illness. I would hesitate to use that term. I would rather call it a mental flaw where no real harm was done.
Celebrities who have an alcohol or drug problem seek treatment . Many of them turn their lives around. I can only hope that Brian Williams is able to ride his ride of terror and hold on tight because when the ride is over, perhaps he will rise from the ashes like the Phoenix and shed light on an issue that is not as uncommon as one would think.
And Ms. Walters, you can reach me by phone or email. We can negotiate about filling that vacant seat on “The View.”
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