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I’m a zealot about everything and cannot live with myself unless I tell everyone I meet about everything I know -- even things they already know (which sound more factual and interesting when I say them).
I always say that the book is better than the movie. Yet, I’ve seen the movie a dozen times and have read the book only once.
If I admit to watching television, I say that I only watch The Discovery Channel or C-Span. Yet, I talk about the cast members of reality shows as if they’re real people.
I love to read, which my shelves of mint-condition books attest to.
I eat like a pig, but tell everyone that I eat nothing but salads and wonder why I’m fat. I will soon be suing Taco Bell.
I like to drink cappuccinos at Starbucks and bemoan our consumerist society.
I repeat the opinions of pundits as my own and shake my head at everyone else’s ignorance.
I criticize the depraved lifestyles of celebrities and accuse them of lacking talent, though I secretly wish to be one of them.
I am entirely addicted to the narcotic effects of imagination, fantasy, and regret.
I think the thousands of hot women whose pages I’ve looked at on MySpace are vacuous and shallow.
I don't care what others think of me, but please add me to your Friends list and Comment on my page!
My graphic contribution to the 2008 presidential campaignPay me a visit at Charles Ian Chun: What went wrong? .I currently teach English in South Korea . Like most of the people I've met here, I could be making more money at a better job back home, but think it's more satisfying to complain about how Koreans don't do things the way I do, nor treat me like a god for being American.