I had a lot of resistance, and not just to fame. I was always conscious of not changing.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I've gotten resistance for my entire career.
I wanted fame, but I thought it would be incremental, and I became afraid of the overnight-sensation thing.
Slowly but surely, I went through different phases of fame, and each rises you further into isolation and alienation.
The way I lived my life, I truly wasn't an active resistance fighter.
I started to hate fame, I didn't want to go out, because I didn't want to be recognised for what I was being recognised for.
I hated my brief fame. We had TV vans camped outside my house, reporters hounded me... people i'd know for years started treating me differently.
Life would have been easier for me if I had taken the path of least resistance.
I didn't handle fame very well at first. I got a little resentful.
I've never changed the way I live. I still walk the streets; I don't give a damn. And everyone's very nice to me. But this new idea of being famous for no reason at all? I can't actually get my head round it.
I was not prepared for fame. It hit me hard, and I did not have the capacity to cope.