history in the making

Some time ago I was standing in line to see an icon - you know the kind, something or someone everyone wants to see. Pushing, yelling, crowding ensues. And I left the line. I was within minutes of seeing something memorable and I just walked away.

I was tired of being pushed and crowded and the thought occured to me - is this really the point? Shouldn't I be more concerned with making my own history than with seeing such a tiny sliver? So I walked down the street to a small cafe, to ponder and make some of my own history.

I've got to believe, that's the whole point of seeing an icon in the flesh - the motivation to make your own history.