This past week I worked a 79.5-hour week. And instead of being wiped out like a normal person, I found myself so rejuvenated that I laid awake at 2:30 in the morning on Saturday night (Sunday morning?). So what did I do? What else but turned on my TV and watched VH1’s Behind the Music: The Nick Lachey Story. It is at precisely 2:37 am that I am writing this, and it is at this moment I have decided that fame sucks!

I should add this disclaimer that I want to be famous. I don’t just want to be pop star famous, because that is too fleeting. I want to be president of the United States famous. And not just any POTUS, but like George Washington POTUS so that my legacy will last beyond my death (I know. I am self-centered. Although I sincerely want to be famous so that I can influence the masses for the kingdom of God, you know, like C.S. Lewis But I digress).

As I watched the Nick Lachey story, and watched the footage from their wedding, I felt overwhelmed by the fact that he truly loved Jessica. Seeing him practically heave to death at the first sight of her as she walked down the aisle almost made me cry. Seeing the amount of love he had for her, was inspiring in a land filled the ridiculous standard of love being set by the Cruise/Holmes relationship. I don’t think it was faked. I don’t feel like it was a show.

But life happens – even more so when you are famous. I don’t know if he cheated. I don’t know if she cheated. I am not excusing any personal decisions made in private. But I do feel that they were in love in the beginning and it was torn apart simply by the pressures of fame.

Now I am not pulling the whole “poor” celebrities thing here. In more ways than not, they are blessed beyond belief, especially in light of billions of people starving in this world. But if love truly is the greatest blessing in life, and the ultimate ascension of humanity. It seems that love is the only thing fame can’t buy, and maybe not even possible to sustain. And if that is the cost of fame, fame sucks!