My father is a colonel in the Air Force, so as such, my family has been all over the world. At one point, we were stationed in Okinawa, Japan for a good four years, with us moving back to America the summer before I started high school. You can see where this is going.
As it turns out, we were re-stationed at my dad’s last air base, and a lot of my old friends from elementary school were going to the same high school I would be going to. I had started reading manga in Japan, but it was one of those friends, Anna, that really helped me get into anime, particularly Sailor Moon, Soul Eater, Angel Beats, and Higurashi. Another, Ivy, introduced me to Vocaloid, which I loved the concept of since I’m a musician.
However, I very quickly realized that one of my old friends, Nelly, was indeed a weeaboo. Anna’s older sister had been one for as long as I can remember, and since Nelly and Anna had become good friends while I was gone, I didn’t really have to guess who had gotten Nelly into anime. Nelly was your typical weeb. She hung around with the school’s other resident weebs, she spoke in broken and out-of-context Japanese, and she claimed to be married to various anime characters. At first, her weeb-ism didn’t really affect out friendship, and I made it clear that she wasn’t to pester me about Japan, so I just rolled my eyes and let it slide when she had her kawaiidesu moments. The trouble started when her friends found out about where I had lived for the past four years.
Nelly had three other weeb friends, Susan, Bella, and Abigail. Everyone I’ve mentioned up to this point was in my school’s anime club, which Ivy is president of, and is where most of the action in this story went down. One day, when we were all sitting around and waiting for the meeting to start, Susan came up to me and squealed, “OH MY KAMI-SAMA, NELLY-CHAN TOLD ME YOU LIVED IN JAPAN, IS IT TRUE?” Since I had never really dealt with a weeb that knew no boundaries up to that point, I told her yes.
She ran over to her friends, and they proceeded to squeal about how sugoi it was that I went to their school in typical weeaboo bullshit-ese. Now, Susan was by far the worst out of the four. She was the type of weeb who would physically fight with you if you claimed to hate one of her favorite characters, and plastered her DA account with fanart of her OCs and yaoi drawings.
I do commissions for anime club as a way to raise money for my cosplays, and I make it very clear what I will and will not take. However, this didn’t stop them from coming over and asking me if I knew any Japanese. I did, but I wasn’t about to let the know that. When I said no, they then asked if I would draw them “hot yaois of [insert bishonen here] and [insert other bishonen here]. I told them that I didn’t accept commissions for yaoi OR yuri fanart, and they naturally threw a fit. Fortunately, the meeting started then, and they didn’t have the chance to gang up on me again. This was in mid-September.
My next confrontation with them was in October, during anime club’s official cosplay meeting. Our school had allowed everyone to wear their Halloween costumes, and it was fun trying to guess who was who. Naturally, the weeb quartet didn’t want to miss out. Nelly had covered her face in makeup in what I now realize was an extremely poor attempt at a Bacterial Contamination cosplay. Susan was Miku from Love Philosophia. Abigail was attempting to do a humanized Eevee. But Bella’s was the worst. All she was wearing was a Yurippe headband, yet she was claiming to be “cosplaying”. When I set up my booth in the back, they practically pounced on me, gushing about how lucky I was and asking if Japan was really as (and I quote) “moe moe desu” as it was supposed to be. My attempts to inform them that Okinawa was a far cry from Tokyo were to no avail, only to prompt another flurry of questions about whether or not I had dated any Japanese boys and that they would totally sell their souls to marry one.
Now, I many things. Patient is not one of them. I told them that they needed to stop fetish-ising an entire culture and to leave me alone if they knew what was good for them. I told them that Japan is a lot more similar to America than they thought, and that the only big difference is that Japan didn’t have annoying America fangirls. At this point, they lost it, and Abigail proceeded to throw a textbook at me. It hit me right in the side of the head, and I can affirm that it hurt like hell. Apparently, I was out for a few seconds, because everyone was gathered around me when I opened my eyes and realized I was lying on the floor. Anna filled me in: Ivy had gotten really mad at all four weebs and told them that she was kicking them out of anime club, and that they had better hope I didn’t have anything more than a bump on the head. They ran for it before Ivy could call a teacher, but Abigail was later expelled, and Nelly, Susan, and Bella were suspended after they harassed me via my DeviantArt account.
It’s been about a month since everything happened, and fortunately, the worst damage the textbook did was making my right temple really tender. However, the doctor did warn that I was very lucky and that taking another hit there could result in a severe concussion. My parents are allowing me to go to anime club again, and I’ve broken off my friendship with Nelly. Anna and Ivy make sure they don’t bother me anymore, but I’ll always have memories.