You’re going along OK, feeling like your life is not bad, but then it happens: you feel the need to be recognized, to be somebody.
Why? Because you realize that as Joe Schmoe, average citizen, you are never going to get to cuddle with even one baby panda, much less two. The Prime Minister of Canada is no more deserving than you, no more qualified to hold two baby pandas, yet there he is, in what might the not only the greatest moment of his life, but the greatest moment of anyone’s life, anywhere at any time.
It’s just not fair. And since the universe is not going to be fair, it may as well be unfair towards you.
You want your fame, but you know deep inside, it’s just for the pandas.
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