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01/24/10(Sun)00:09 No.2517166my
weeabooism was mostly closeted in junior / high school. i had a piece
of inuyasha " art " i'd done on the back of my binder ( traced, 'cause
you know no weeaboo can do their own shit ), i'd wear anime shirts on
friday, and ONLY on friday, i liked pocky, and had a few posters and
figurines set up around my room. all of it was from shows like Cowboy
Bebop, Outlaw Star, Rurouni Kenshin, Trigun, Ranma 1/2, that sort of
thing. i had a few acquaintances, most of them were crazy fucks, and
had mock ninja fights in the middle of the quad at lunch, and ran
around doing " random " acts of stupidfuckery. and of course, like
any other story like this, there was that token girl that i knew who
thought her traced copied anime drawings were the shit, and everyone
loved her shit and wanted drawings from her. now i'm in college,
i've done some serious growing up, but i still have some of my anime
posters and figurines up, and my collection of american films has, and
always will, out shelf my anime collection. my artistic skills and
sense of anatomy have improved greatly... unlike Token Anime Artist
Girl, whose still tracing her stuff, and probably won't get anywhere in
her life unless she acknowledges that you can't put food on the table
with half baked " skills. " i was happy to leave that part of my
life mostly behind.. but imagine my chagrin when i run into a gaggle of
weeaboos... IN COLLEGE ? WTH ? AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO GROW OUT OF THAT
? two of them found me when i made the mistake of cosplaying squall for
halloween, and i just don't know how to talk to them. if it's not about
anime / manga / video games, it's like pulling teeth getting them to
talk about it. at heart, they're nice people, they really are, but i
don't want to befriend a guy who has distinct otaku funk from time to
time, and envisions that parts of himself are synonymous to Luffy. /cgl/... give me the strength to get through this. |