Sue for filth, be sad on Ellen, make a blog about how it changed my life, turn that into a Youtube channel, shamelessly collab with ytubers that'll bring me views, do songs, get back on Ellen with positive attitude, get to low-level award shows and mingle with Meghan Trainor/ Zendaya/Charlie Puth, change my image from bubblegum teen to edgy, become besties with a hip hop producer, break into urban and become a hook guy for a few rappers, use those collabs to get into bigger award shows, mingle with bigger stars, cause drama with a high-profile couple and get in some TMZ headlines, drunkenly embarrass myself at another awards show and have it go viral, Twitter meltdown, delete Twitter, reactivate Twitter and go back on Ellen saying I'm changed, work with one of Max Martin's friends and score a top 15 hit, retire from music, be ready to go back to school in the fall.
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Like last week, I was scratching my nose (don't judge) discretely in the middle of a crossing somewhere in my CBD and when I was done I looked up and saw a reporter saying something into a camera and realised that there was footage of me rubbing my nose (from the outside) on the footage of a reporter that may get televised. And I was super scared that a picture of me doing that would become a meme. If that happened I would probably move countries to somewhere very remote or somewhere very impoverished so that I didn't have to constantly live with people knowing me as the guy who scratched his nose.