You wanted to tell the story to a favorite movie star so you wrote him a letter, but he never got it.  His agent says they process 100 letters per day from an audience of millions. 

On your way home from the post office, you thought about telling that cute clerk at the supermarket.   Even made a point to get into his line, but when you got to the register, he only wanted to know one thing: 

"Did you want paper or plastic?" 

Driving home all the cars sped around you, on the freeway, as if no one was in them.

Before getting home you stopped at the local gay bar.  When you started telling the story to the man on the next bar stool, he turned his back.  He thought you might be trying to cruse him and he was looking for someone else.  The next person couldn't hear a word you were saying.   Music was too loud.

It was time for some changes.

Instead of turning on the TV and pledging your allegiance to mass media stars, you turned on a computer.   Posted your story on a web page.  

This small group of ordinary people read your story.  They had similar interests.   You didn't meet a celebrity, but someone invited you to a hiking group.

You decided to join instead of going shopping.  What a surprise, the clerk at the store was there.  "It's a small world."  You got a chance to tell him your story while walking past an alpine lake.  It was a warm day so everyone stripped naked and went swimming.