Lately, I've been immersed in the YA world, so I'd kind of forgotten about the mystery world. Like many fans insist on reading the books in order, starting with the first one. (Heaven help the poor author who has an ongoing series, but the first book is no longer in print.) They talked animatedly about fair-play mysteries, and how cheated they feel if the killer is someone no one could have guessed.
But mostly they asked me a lot of questions, and were very attentive and laughed in all the right places when I told my stories. They complimented me. They seemed impressed.
Now imagine you were a real celebrity, and everyplace you went people hung on your words and told you how wonderful you were. I think that would quickly make you a bad human being. Because how could it not go to your head?
Luckily, I don't do this kind of thing very often.