In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Can’t Drive 55.”
I never felt so alone than when I thought about my obsession with Anime.
I watched many. Many. Okay, maybe not from beginning to end, but I knew the settings of many. I knew what the protagonist was like. I could figure out the stereotypes, the genres, even the canon pairings. Despite all that, and the fact that my brother watched Anime too from time to time, I felt alone. None of my friends knew what Anime was. They weren’t interested in the myriad of Anime songs I mastered just so I could let myself out.
No. They thought I was weird. Girls didn’t do stuff like that. Real girls were interested in make-up and good-looking boys and manicures.
Boys: uh… check
It wasn’t working. So, what could I do? Live this bottled up life forever? *sigh*
I accepted that. That I’d probably have to keep my thoughts about anime to myself for the rest of my life.
That was when I found a notebook. It looked like your everyday notebook, except no one was crazy enough to bring something not related to the syllabus to school on the day of an important exam. I had a sudden urge to take a look inside. And that was exactly what I did.
I expected notes. History notes, maybe? Or maybe even Geography.
What I found was words that couldn’t possibly be in English. No, no. Don’t get me wrong. It was the English Alphabet alright. But the words weren’t English. I skimmed. Zoomed through I few more pages. I didn’t have long, after all I’d been dragged to that room by a friend. My frenzied mind came to one conclusion.
I wasn’t alone. Not anymore.
Because those words, those page after page of bizarrely strung words couldn’t have been anything but Anime song lyrics.
I had to meet this girl.
Fast forward four years later.
I don’t remember why I waited for her besty to introduce me to her. Right now, all my reasons and motivations from back then seem childish. But I waited nonetheless. I waited an entire six months, and even then I probably wouldn’t have met her if Esther hadn’t decided to go talk to her PGT at the moment. I met her then. And we weren’t exactly very vocal about anything at that moment. It took us at least another 3 months to get the conversations going without it seams.
But, here we are, @railgun55 and I. Bestest of friends. Comrades on the same boat. Partners in crime. Confidantes. Rant absorbers. Over time, our friendship has become about a very many things, Anime included. And I intend to keep it that way.
I wish I had a story for everyone of my friends. I probably do, but it’s not easy putting it all out. Maybe I’ll come back with more of these. Or maybe I won’t.
Title from English-dub translation of Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood 2nd Ending Theme “Let It Out” by Fukuhara Miho