You weren’t born Japanese, but that doesn’t stop you from trying! You scoff at popular American customs and media while at the same time embracing fads from Japan simply because they are unfamiliar to you. Your life is filled with a terrible emptiness you refuse to acknowledge or confront. So what better way to maintain the illusion of sanity than by constantly escaping into a cutesy, brightly-colored world filled with broad and meaningless stereotypes?

And yet... Most nights you finally climb into bed and lie awake for hours, staring at the grinning posters on the walls; mouthing the names of characters. “Oh Sakura” you whisper through sobs, “Where are you when I need you most? You’d show the others. You’d show them all…” and you squeeze the tears from your eyes. After some time you sigh and begin cry yourself to sleep.

 
Your Sadness Level: Roiling Undercurrent of Despair


Your IQ: 157
 

What’s on your TV?

• Take a Guess.

What’s Coming Out of Your Stereo?

• Final Fantasy Soundtrack CDs
• Dragonforce
• That One Muse Song You Heard on a Dragon Ball Z Video

 

What’s in your Trash?

• Soiled Toilet Tissues and Crusted Tube Socks
• Crumpled Drawing of Sonic the Hedgehog
• Crumpled Drawing of Sonic the Hedgehog (Nude)
• Crumpled Drawing of Sonic the Hedgehog Embracing Kevin Sorbo (Both Nude and Scratched Over With Permanent Marker)