Goal in Life (repost)

As I consolidate all of my previous blogs, I’ll repost some of the blogs I thought were worth saving. This was originally posted here.

My goal in life is to give back to everyone that’s played a part in my life thus far.

I want my family to want to say, “that’s right, we’re related!” and my friends to say “I’ve known him since forever!” Old teamates would brag that they played on my team like old roomates would retell stories of late nights and even people with smaller connections to me would be quick to point out that I was in their class or bought my coffee from them every morning and this would make them feel good, that they can lay claim to me, that they had fulfilled some tiny role in the Peter Knox story.

My goal is to have New Yorkers pretend I was born there and for King of Prussia to erect a sign celebrating my childhood spent there; for my college to name a dorm after me and previous employers to have a signed black and white picture of me hanging by the registrar.

I’d want people to bring me up over drinks and dare someone to challenge their connection to me, only to call me up and have me speak to the disbeliever. I’d want my fame and popularity to benefit those that truly knew me, as old friends and neighbors would smile and talk to the media about how they always knew I’d make it and how they keep a picture of me on their fridge from that one time they babysat.

I’d want for old friends to reconnect just to brag about who they talked to last night and for women to seek me out in bars just because they had heard I was single. I’d want a million myspace friends to get a thrill out of putting me in their top eight.

I’d want for my closest friends, the ones that had stuck by me all long to be getting special treatment, movie roles, book deals, phone numbers and business cards.

But mostly I just want all of my exes to read the paper and bang their collective heads against a wall, crying out “I was never good enough for him! Whyyy, whyyy did it have to end?” and then burn my books and protest my movies because their life went nowhere and all they have to show for it is a mortage, cat, kids, and somewhere a picture of the two of us together, smiling.