I want to be talked about. I want people to know my name. I want people I don’t know to Google me. I want my phone to vibrate every single minute with Twitter and Instagram notifications. I want to be listed in a list of people who matter. In a publication like Times. I want people to dream of becoming me. I want to make people laugh. And I want to inspire them too. I want to be rich, but not too rich. Just enough to know the first name of the person who handles my account. I want to be able to make it to trending topics every time I have lunch at a normal restaurant. I want to be invited to write for famous magazines and give commencement addresses. I want to be sent free shit in the mail. I want the funny and the creatives with blue ticks next to their names to invite me to their private parties. We’ll sing and dance together. I want Manchester United to be my family business. I want to dab and celebrate with my players when we score. I want a balcony. I want a court-side seat to a sport I’m not interested in. But, most of all, I want you.