Oh, you have no idea

I think we all like to believe that we *actually*, most definitely know the people on TV whose fictitious lives get intertwined with ours.
When in fact, surprise-surprise! We don’t!
Have you ever watched a movie, or a tv series or listened to a piece of music and thought to yourself:”That’s it! Someone out there gets it!”. But how do you know? Just because someone put up en ensemble you think they get your pain, or your misery? Or maybe your daft short-lived happiness?
Well, they don’t. When actors get home, when musicians go to sleep…the dream is gone. They can show you facets of yourself, but they’re not yourself. And you certainly have no idea what they, as persons, have been through.
I think that nowadays people get too obsessed with certain people and because of social media people think they’re entitled to know more about their favourite actors’ lives.
But they are not. We are all strangers walking around with masks and yet, if at some point our stories coincide, that doesn’t give us the right to assume we know people from atom.
I guess what I’m trying to say is…no one knows anyone that well. We don’t even get ourselves. How can we presume to know another human being, let alone someone we’ve never seen?