You are fascinated by celebrity. Maybe they are indescribably beautiful, or hyper-intelligent, or somehow possessing some quality that makes them special. You find yourself suddenly standing beside them, and you are overcome with physical indicators of your fascination. Your palms might sweat, or your face may become flushed. Your knees may shake, and even your voice may fail you as you stammer to sound simultaneously cool, appreciative, unaffected, interesting and smart. You do not sound like anything other than a gushing fanperson.
In the back of your mind, you know that any actor, politician, musician, sports icon or otherwise famous person is just like you. They suffer from constipation, and dislike the way being around their parents makes them feel. They forget to floss, and have at one point, with all certainty, urinated on their own shoe. Some celebrities may be urinating on that very shoe when you meet them. Or yours.
You would do well to let go of the system shock. Dry your palms, send forward a hearty greeting, even congratulate them on their latest project. Be mindful of their time and interest, and if you detect that interest waning in the slightest, be the first to proffer a friendly farewell, and make your exit. There is no better way to present yourself to a celebrity than as a reasonable and emotionally stable person. They do not want to go to bed with you, or read your script, or withstand your criticism of their newer music.
It is okay to admire a person, and it is perfectly healthy to have role models. You simply need to make sure that whatever pedestal you place a celebrity on remains at eye level. The higher you hoist such heroes, the greater they will one day fall in your eyes, as all people do. You are not any more or less of a person than they, regardless of what a comparison of your bank accounts might indicate. You are simply different, and they are no better informed or aware of this world than you are.
