I want to be John Malkovich.
I mean that makes complete sense, doesn't it? Who on earth ever wants to be themselves? Its' the classic tale of the hotel pool. You've never heard of the hotel pool story? Well the next time you're booked in a hotel, try to look out your window at the pool. And i mean the entire vista, not just the assorted body parts. You'll notice that pool goers are divided into two main categories. One are the white mat sallehs who want to be tanned, all stretched out and baking themselves silly in the sun. The other group will be the tanned asians who want to be white, content to sit under the shade of oversized umbrellas, fainting at the very thought of venturing into the sun for even a few seconds, lest they develop a few more pigments of melanin over a milimetre of skin.
There are a hundred other examples i guess. But wanting to be someone else is not always a bad thing. If we didn't aspire to achieve something ( even if it is hair curling ) where would we be ? If we didn't covet what others have, be it fame, fortune, power, we'd all be rotting in our homes, watching desperate housewives. So i guess it all boils down to what we want. Why do i want to be John Malkovich? Why does someone want to look like Beyonce? Why do so many juveniles worship Chester Bannington ? If you know the answer to these questions, you've touched a fundamental milestone to the human psyche. And you win yourself a cigar.