What is your claim to fame? What makes you the best at what you do?

Question

Hit me with your best shot...why don't you!!?

No claim, however tame , is lame!!
And..there is no shame in being lame,
after all .......you're not to blame!!!

Answer 1

IDK. I'd say that my 'claim to fame' is: i don't care if i'm ever famous or not. I don't run after fame; and neither fame ['celebrity' status] nor wealth impress me. I have no idols.

I'd ALSO say, to build on that, it's a combination of my personality, and my attitude towards things, more so than my greatest talent or ability. I treat everybody the same, regardless of his/her station in life. I don't kiss butt and i'm certainly not a sycophant or brown-noser. I am myself, whether you like me or not. I'm unique and like what i like whether other people think it is stupid or not. I'm not a chameleon that conforms to be whatever is popular on that given day. AND regardless of what is popular, i stand my ground on my opinions. I'm confident I'm loyal, honest, ethical and trustworthy. I don't play favourites i believe in justice, i believe in obedience, but i also believe in mercy. I try to treat everyone the way i would want to be treated. And when i have an off day and screw up < we all have those days > i haven't any problem humbling myself to apologise. I'd rather be a peacemaker and take the bullet if i have to, then allow pride to take root. I find arrogance, pride and a haughty spirit a major turn off. I despise gossip with all of my soul and try my best to guard my tounge. I am more impressed with someone being honest with me and telling me what i am doing wrong, then lying to me and saying something he/she thinks i want to hear. I can handle constructive criticism. I treat people fairly, and with respect regardless if i disagree with his/her viewpoint. I am open-minded, and try not to judge others. I try to obey God, and walk in love, and wisdom, remembering that, to me, that is the most important thing in life.

Also, I'm fairly smart, [and know a lot about some stuff] and am downright hilarious somedays and have a great sense of humour. LOL. *tee-hee* And, if the chance ever came up.... i am completely comfortable in front of an audience, whether it be on stage or in front of a camera. I've done both. BUT, I am not the kind of person who 'has to be in the spotlight only'. I am comfortable helping out wherever, whatever the job, no matter how small the task; and no job is beneath me, whether it's running wires, or mopping a floor, or clearing plates, or bagging groceries. AND as i mentioned in line one, i don't particularly care to be famous. I do not run after fame, and am not impressed with "celebrity" status, though i may respect an individual for their talents; as i said, i have no idols. We're all just people regardless of what we do for a living. And as to be honest, fame is not all there is to life AND, as i stated, i don't really care if i'm ever famous or not. I believe that God's got a plan for my life. That may include fame and weath, or it may include simply living an 'ordinary' life. Either way, it's well with me. So as long as i find out why the heck i'm still alive and what my purpose to exist is. I'm perfectly good with being a nobody.... i've been one for 29 years, and, it's really not all that bad. LOL. ♥

*edit* ALTHOUGH i will say, that i used to have the tendency to oversleep (ALOT!) and stroll in an hour+ (or 3) late (but i got MUCH better with that!) and i often forget people's names..... so, that may be an indication towards the tendency to fame LmAo. ♥

Answer 2

My claim to fame is that I am really brainy and I know a little bit about almost everything, and a great deal about quite a few things. I am the one people turn to for obscure or not well-known facts, from medical conditions to historical details to weird literature questions. Also, I know more about serial killers and crime and the criminal mind than most normal-in-the-head people (and it's not because it's my job--it's just something which interests me).

The thing that makes me so good at it is that I am an avid reader, and I have an excellent memory. Right now I am taking Valium, and that messes with your memory, especially the short-term stuff, but all that really means is that it takes me a bit longer to come up with the answer.

Some people get a kick out of it, and it drives others crazy. People are always asking me when my head will be filled and I will need to start cleaning house and dumping old knowledge to make way for new useless facts, but so far it hasn't happened.

The one really big negative to all of it is that in any discussion, I am almost always right. Part of that is because I am smart, and part of it is my memory. It makes some people madder than hell to argue with me for an hour about something, and then go looking for the answer, and find out that I am, indeed, correct. People don't like to be wrong.

And just so you know, I am not stuck up about it. I actually do my best to keep that part of myself hidden, because I know it makes a lot of people uncomfortable. The rotten truth, however, is that if you talk with me long enough, it becomes clear, and my secret is blown.

Answer 3

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Answer 4

I had several (5 minutes) of fame. The key I used to open the door to fame is 'tenacity' but, some where along the line, I lost the key........couldn't get a lock smith to make another . So, I gave up but at least I was there for a while. No, you may not believe this but, I used to be a news writer/ reporter.

Answer 5

I am the longsuffering wife of a popular yet hyperactive professional clown and Mr Everywhere. It makes me famous for answering the question "how do you put up with him?" I do it by supporting him in being his best (which just happens to be a hyperactive, clown/community minded person, and 2 outta 3 aint bad boom boom) My sense of humour seems to empower me to survive. (that and YA! hehehehe)

Answer 6

My claim to fame (and I have a Tshirt to prove it) is. I SURVIVED DRIVING THROUGH LA IN RUSH HOUR TRAFFIC! And that is an accomplishment in my books. (of course I had to pry my hands off the steering wheel once I got to the other side. LOL)

Answer 7

I have no claim to fame, but history has shown that literally anybody can become famous through a quirk of fate.

Daily my hope for fame grows, for daily I become more and more unknown and obscure, and therein lies my secret, desperate hope for fame. You see, someday I may become so obscure and unknown that the editors of "The Guiness Book of World Records" will notice just HOW unnoticed and unnoteworthy my life is, and decide to create a new category in the book: "Big Nobodies", they might call it, people who excel in their very obscurity.

"This guy," my discoverer might excitedly e-mail his "Guiness" editors, "is such a nobody that his nothingness is contagious! Why, he could find work sitting around talking to movie stars and celebrities wanting to avoid the limelight, for he is so unknown that everybody within 20 feet of him-- be they "American Idol" winners or the President of the United States-- becomes invisible.

" One time at a Republican rally Bob Dole came by his table and sat down by him, and, presto! Dole became as invisible as a pineapple swallowed by an alligator. His invisibility is catching. Dole was a contendor for President at the time, but, when he was sitting by John, people mistook him for a retired rural mail carrier showing up to complain about his pension. One guy even told the Senator, 'I came here to see Dole. When's he gonna show up?'!"

[Listen, that time Dole told me-- and this is the absolute truth!-- "If I sit by you, John, nobody will think I'm important." It worked.]

"This guy is so unremarkable" [continues my fictitious "Guiness" reporter] "that he makes Senator John Sparkman of Alabama, the losing vice-presidential candidate in the 1952 election against Ike and Nixon, look like a super-celebrity, a figure of history. His personality and public presence are such that, beside him, Dan Quail looks like a wit, a smooth public speaker, woman charmer and statesman."

What I do best is writing. What George W. Bush does best is being President. George Herbert Walker Bush thought Dan Quail's strong suit was his good looks, his appeal to female voters. Like father, like son. There was a kid in my class who couldn't do anything but play the flute, but he quit when nobody came to his concerts.

"If that guy was performing at Carnegie Hall," a pizza deliverer in the class said, "and he ordered a pizza, I'd send it by Fed Ex to keep from having to go in and listen to him. Playing the flute might be what he does best, but that don't mean he's any good!"

My best thing is writing, but if I were the best writer in the world I wouldn't be sitting here at 2 O'clock in the morning doing it for free.

I am "a rolling stone, a complete unknown" as Bob Dylan put it, except that "The Rolling Stones" long ago became famous, and the formerly "Unknown Soldier" has now been identified through DNA analysis.

Future generations wouldn't recognize me even if every cell of my body were discovered, together and intact, frozen in a glacier like that "Ice Man" a few years ago, complete with my wallet, drivers license and Social Security card. My looks always have commanded very little attention. Nobody pays any attention to glaciers but skiers, and even they don't look very close at them. Old men like me creep across the landscape as slow and unnoticed as the movement of glaciers. But with me as an ingredient, the very glacier I was frozen in would probably become invisible.

"Who is that kid?" a lady whispered at a dinner table when I was very young.

"Don't you recognize your own son?" Dad groused from the other end of the dinner table.

"Oh," Mom said, "Then he's your son too. He's inherited every bit of your looks and charisma!"

I still have them.

Answer 8

Claim to fame: I'm pretty, lol, nah, i'd say, not that this is fame, but i'm a fun person. And that's enough for me =]

Answer 9

my claim to fame is lame...but it works for me...I am the most logical thinker at my employer...and I am efficient and accurate...