Beware the Mechaboo
Here’s a key to names, also sorry for the immensely long story.
Shiny- My long-term best friend, and now boyfriend
Mech- The extremely insane weeb in question
It started at the beginning of the last school year, which was eighth grade for me and my friends.
Things were going smoothly. Shiny and I had all the same core classes, and the same lunch hour. At this point, I wasn’t so interested in making new friends. I had been best friends with Shiny since sixth grade and we had a close-knit circle of friends who we sat with at lunch every day.
I’d been picked on a bit, because everyone at the table except for me was male. It wasn’t like I cared, the perpetual sausagefest didn’t do anything besides make me sigh at the abundance of fart humor, and the first month of school went by like a breeze.
Then, Mech arrived. I liked anime and manga in an ironic kind of sense, as did most of my friends; regarding it as something interesting and fun to observe but not to obsess over. We always kind of laughed at the kids in the hallway wearing Naruto headbands and DBZ shirts. I’m not going to lie, we were a bunch of elitist bastards. All of us were in a special group of classes for three year accelerated students, and our egos were already paradoxically colossal for a group of thirteen year olds discussing Japanese cartoons over lunches packed my our mommies. The good thing was that none of us were weeby in the slightest. I participate in two sports, as well as a few clubs and have a solid social life, and other members of the clique will tell you similar stories.
Anyway, our little sausagefest was about to get grilled.
The Full evolution of a weeb
This is a story about a weeb who I am going to refer to as S.
I am a TA for one of my favourite teachers who happened to be teaching freshmen this year. It was really fun. As second semester rolled around though and we got a new class full of kids, things got very weird. S happened to be a student in the class. I hadn’t known her before, but she instantly latched onto me.
I just sort of brushed it off as normal freshman year behavior. That class in general was awful, and actually compared to some of the other students, she wasn’t that bad. I was a senior too and actually had attracted a fair amount of attention from groups of freshman girls. I wasn’t interested at all and was actually a bit creeped out by it though.
Roleplaying Gone Too Far
To keep everything anonymous, I will be referring to said weeb as C and the boyfriend as K.
When I was younger, I had made friends with a guy I met at a concert. We exchanged numbers and talked for a bit, before he asked if I wanted to go out. I agreed, but we only stayed together for about a week before I decided I didn’t want to date him.
Soon after the ‘break up’, I met one girl at some sort of dodge ball tournament my church was holding, and we hit it off fairly well since I found out she liked anime, and she was virtually the only person (that I knew) that like it, so I was not going to deny her when she asked for my number.
When I was ending my horrible scene kid phase, I started to embrace my culture (I am African American and Japanese). I then had made a fellow Asian online pen pal and added him on Facebook.
Within moments, this poorly photoshopped weeaboo sends me hateful messages in broken Japanese and typical weeb lingo. She wanted to know why my ‘ugly baka ass’ was messaging her ‘kawaii sempai-kun’. Confused, I went to her page and explored it’s contents.
From her tagged photos, she was a lovely brown shade like me but in her profile pictures, she was powder white. She edited her eyes to make them more Asian and had badly bleached hair. Of course, kanji was written in the caption.
Her page was mostly centered around Asians and Asian people. She loved J-pop and J-rock. She attended the Asian club at her school while taking Chinese.
I ignore her and ask my Penpal who the girl was and he explains it’s his ex. He then apologizes for her rude behavior. I then ask if she is Asian and he explains that she really isn’t but she’s ‘trans-racial’ meaning she’s transitioning from full African American to full Asian.
A Rant from an ex-weeaboo
Well hello! This isn’t exactly a dreadful horror story about meeting weeaboos, but it’s more of a note/message from an ex-weeaboo. I’m not sure if this will fit the theme of the submission fort his blog, but I guess I’ll give it a shot. And sorry for the length and grammar mistakes, English isn’t my first language!
-A little background story- I am an ex-weeaboo, but I guess I’m not exactly THAT bad. I live in Southeast Asia, so anime is a bit well-known I guess. I was about 11-12 years old when I started to get into anime/manga. I’m a bit overweight, I have acne on my face and I have a rather red-brown frizzy hair). I like to spend my time watching/reading anime/manga as well as drawing characters from the series that I like (I’ve always been that ‘art kid’ in class tbh). I like j-pop and sometimes I tell my friends about it. At that time I was actually proud that I like these things - sigh-. Well from the description that I just gave you I guess I am considered as a weeaboo from people’s eyes. Right now I’m a high school freshman and is no longer a weeaboo, thank god. I lose some weight over the holidays and I took a better care of myself, hence I don’t think I look like a weeaboo anymore.
Well this is the thing that bothers me the most. From my experience of being labeled as ‘weeaboo’ and ‘anime nerd’ from my classmates I became somewhat introverted and I dislike people from knowing my personal interests. I do have a group of friends that like anime/manga just like me but I never really tell/fangirl wtv series to them. I’m scared that someone might heard our conversations. But I do go to Japanese culture/anime con occasionally with them at the least. In art class I also try to avoid drawing anime-ish style even though I really enjoy drawing in that style the most because I dislike it when people think I like anime. In history class, we got to chose any country for research, but I strictly avoid Japan. I’m just really scared that people will label me as ‘weeaboo’ and ‘anime nerd’ again. People should really know that the things the say really affect other people. And for the self-proclaimed otakus and weeaboos (if any saw this post) please please please try to behave yourself. This is really becoming an issue for me and maybe others too that we can’t even express ourselves anymore. It’s like if you like anime/manga and you’re considered a weeb. I know some of my ‘popular’ classmates that like anime, but they really kept it a secret between their group of friends that secretly likes it too. I’m not saying to keep your hobbies as a secret but just try to act normally and take care of yourself better. I’m really being judged by a lot of people right now (I know that people always judge others, but really being judge as a weirdo and nerd just feels horrible).
TL;DR: for weeaboos out there, you’re giving other people who like the Japanese culture troubles, so please try to behave yourselves.
Submit Anon: Megami Tensi What?
This is the story about a girl I met in my early days of becoming a fan of anime and such. I had recently discovered anime entertainment. She didn’t quite act like a weeaboo, but her obsession with video games and anime is a tale to tell, hopefully nobody isn’t this bad. I begin.
Setting Start: = Summer, 2008
About a year after that I learned about cosplay. I became an enthusiast and no more, loving the art of making costumes and seeing people dress up in awesome getups such as Princess Zelda and the like. Although when I started to get into cosplaying, I had this extra drive to make my costume detailed as possible. In example Link’s tunic. So I may not have had $200 to buy chainmail, but I found a way to do it, and not just trim the edge of the sleeve or the bottom. Things like that.
In six months I learned how to do craft with a sander, jigsaw, Dremel tools; even picked up techniques on how to paint and even lay resin. I was in no means a perfect craftsman, but after seeing “bad” cosplay on the internet, I had it deadset in my mind to not become one of those. By the time I was done, I was a good peg above most of the “weeaboo” cosplays that were badly sewn together with satin because “it was the only fabric I could afford”.
I went to my first con in 2008, I was 21. My “teenage” years were isolated at home doing homeschool, so I was giddy excited about going to a place and meeting people that had similar interests that I did. I was in college, but the rural backwoods of a Southern state where you weren’t white nor black, nobody quite took the interests in anything “foreign” that wasn’t mudding, clubbing or church activities.
Enough about background, but it needed to be done to set the stage. There wasn’t even a nearby con. This one was the closest, a whopping 250 miles. (Animazement to be exact). I was leaping out of one place into another blindly, doing by best to look accomplished and catch up on the anime/internet culture upon arrival.
Who needs work when you have anime.
I had friend in high school that was was really in to anime and JRPGs. He was a big guy like 6 foot 2 big. He did like to use his size to push people around a lot. We called him Meat Head. He would watch anything and everything that was anime. From DBZ to yu yu hakusho to even Hamtaro because it was anime and these were all new and popular at the time.
So Meat Head would mostly only talk about anime and JRPGs like FF7 or what ever was new at the time. In high school no one really cared because all of us were nerds in to silly things like table top RPGs and what ever. Every time we had a game night Meat Head would make a new character that was out of what ever anime he was watching that week or what new JRPG he was playing. He would be all “Do you know <insert charter name here> from <insert anime/JRPG here>, because that is who my character is.” 9 times out of 10 we had no idea what the hell he was talking about so we just let him play anyway. By the next game day he would have a new character from a new anime/JRPG and would forget about the old one and have to waste time making a new character sheet. Not that it mattered he would spend most of the game time in a dark corner being oh so mysterious and dark.
Submit Anon: Creepy “Fox Spirit” Weeb
Shy, introverted, and somewhat awkward, I was pretty much on my own navigating my first year of high school. I had no classes with my four closest friends that year, our lockers were in different areas of the school, we had different lunch periods, and we didn’t ride the same bus; except for first thing in the morning (because we all got there well before the first bell) we didn’t see each other during the day.
While it was far from being a huge interest, I still liked anime and manga and had several anime shirts that I would wear to school, and it wasn’t uncommon for me to be seen with my nose buried in a manga; it was safer than trying to interact with all the noisy “normal” people I was surrounded by.
One day on the bus after school, a few days into the new school year, one of the big, scary, seniors sat down next to me. He pointed to my shirt. “Hey, you like Inu Yasha, too.”
Submit Anon: High School Drama
My school, like every other, has its own collection of weebs, but I’ve never had trouble with any of them except for two (thankfully unrelated). I’ll call them Baba and Mask.
Now, Baba’s a year younger than me, one of only two juniors in a science elective of mine. It was obvious from the beginning that he was a little socially awkward— asking to leave class to go to the library or pacing around the back of the room to the point of making people uncomfortable— so I made a point of being friendly to him. Me, Baba, and another friend of mine ended up grouping together for a project in the class.
That was when things started to go downhill. Baba did next to no work on the project, instead reading Pokemon fanfiction the entire class even after the teacher called him out on it in front of everyone (they have a program that lets them see students’ computer screens). Eventually I realized how often he tried to take advantage of other people, copying their answers on the pretense of “needing help,” and asking anyone he caught doodling to draw his crappy characters for a story he was supposedly writing.
Annoying, yes, but not nearly as bad as Mask.
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