Ten years ago, I used to ask celebrities for pictures. Whenever I spotted a familiar face on the streets of Seoul or New York, my heart would start racing because I immediately imagined taking a selfie with that person. With a bright smile, “Can I have a picture with you?” was my go-to question. After seizing the picture, I would message it to friends or share it on Facebook and wait all day for comments from others. When I got the photo, I talked about meeting these K-pop stars or Hollywood actors as if they were my real friends. A hollow satisfaction came after bragging that I was associated with these famous people. I made fun of those who believed in cults, but I definitely sounded like one of them when I talked in detail about the glorious moment the celebrity would never remember. I stopped worshipping celebrities. I don’t pay attention to what they say, wear, or advertise. I don’t read news about how they paid millions in cash to buy a fancy building in Seoul. I stay oblivious…
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