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The crazy weaboo ex
Me - Sam
Weaboo ex - Sebastian (Seb)
Best friend - Jay
Boyfriend - Jerry
Now, this happened around three years ago.
I was dating this weaboo guy who we’re just going to call Seb, we clicked right away because we both watched anime, just that I wasn’t as obsessed as he was.
During freshman year I had this phase where I desperately wanted to learn how to draw so I could draw my OC’s, so I used anime characters as a drawing practise. When he noticed that I was drawing Soul from Soul Eater, he started asking me which anime I’ve seen so far, which is my favourite and so on.
I was more than happy to talk to him because not a lot of people in this school watch anime, we pretty much clicked right away.
Then some time around February he asked me if I wanted to go on a date with him, and I said yes. Little did I know back then that he is the clingiest person ever.
Running Anime Club
Let’s set the scene.
I’m 14 years old, a freshman in high school. Our school anime club is run by a group of super awesome juniors. They graduate the next year, train new chick (let’s call her A) to be the new president and all is well.
Fast forward to Junior year. A starts inviting me over to hang out and we talk and generally have a good time. The third time I stay the night, she tells me, “So the reason I’ve been hanging out with you so much is because I want you to be the new president of anime club after I graduate.” (our club had a policy where our president or co-presidents would nominate and train the new “sensei”.) I was shocked. I tried to politely refuse, since I hardly ever watched anime anymore (gotta love online manga scans, baby) but she was insistent. I decided to give it a shot. She made the announcement at the end of Junior year, much to a certain moody Naruto fanatic’s chagrin.
Classmate: Seat boy
Classmates@my table: E and D
E’s friend: weeb
This is only ONE of the tales of the Pervy Weeb. There’s more, but I’d like to share this one for now.
It all began towards the end of school. I was studying my butt off for the finals, most importantly my last class of the day, which was the hardest. My teacher changed the seating arrangements so everyone was in groups of 4. My seat was in the corner of the class in the back, and next to me was an empty seat. Random people sat there every day, so I didn’t bother myself with whoever sat there.
But little did I know that the final stretch of the year was about to get a LOT more interesting.
Tales of a Stalker
When I was 15, I moved across the country to go to a specialized charter art high school. The move itself was very difficult and it was definitely a bit of a culture shock. My previous school was an art school as well, but it was less specialized and the visual arts courses were basically the classes that student with behavioral problems were put into to get an easy A. Of course, because it was less regulated, there was so much room for weebs who wanted nothing to do with the mandatory drawing exercises and only attended that class because they thought that it was a class where you could just draw manga all day. My mom and I felt as though it was necessary to switch to a school where visual art is taken more seriously since I had decided that I wanted to actually become an artist for a living.
The Keychain Thief
I have been going to a small con in my hometown for about five years. This year, my art had gained some popularity on Tumblr and Deviantart, so I decided that I would get a booth at the con and try to make some money off of my work. I got some prints, buttons and keychains together to sell.
The day of the con finally came and I set up my booth with my friend, X. Everything was going well and people were really interested in my work. That is, until the weeaboo came along. She pushed her way through the small crowd around the table and picked up a handful of keychains.
“KAWAII!!!!” she screeched. She flipped through all of the keychains she picked up and chose a few from the bunch that she liked. Then, shockingly, she shoved them into her bag and just walked away.
I was stunned at first, because I really wasn’t expecting someone to steal like that. X got up and went after her. As soon as the weeb saw X, she started sprinting, and she was fast. But X was faster. X caught up to her and managed to get the keychains out of her bag. The weeb was screaming, which of course attracted con security. X explained the situation to them and they took the weeb away.
Other than that incident, the con went smoothly. If I decide to sell again next year, I will have to keep an eye out for the weeb.
I created a monster
Vampire addicts name: SS
Friend me and vampire addict had in common: HK
Okay, so it all started my freshman year of high school and it was kind of a huge change for me because I had only been in private school before and everyone had always told me that public schools were SO terrible (little did i know I had more opportunity there than I ever had in private school). When I switched I was slightly terrified so i never talked to ANYONE. It was to the point where I would get my lunch and go sit in the bathroom and call my best friend just so I could finally talk to someone.
These two girls (SS and HK) that always sat at their own table during lunch always noticed I would take off after receiving my lunch and not be in the cafeteria or courtyard. They asked where I would go, and of course I didn’t want to tell them I was in the bathroom by myself eating lunch, so I would lie and say I would go to the library during lunch. I guess they felt bad I had no friends or anyone to sit with there so they asked if I wanted to sit with them and finally getting a bit tired of eating in the restroom I said yes (also in hopes of finally getting friends).
Weaboo cousin from hell
Okay so this is a story about my cousin, who we’ll just call L.
So whenever I was like 9 or 10 and way before I ever even started liking anime, my family had traveled down during the summer to visit the rest of my family. Well my cousin was super antisocial and “weird” (she wore a Naruto headband all the time and gloves) and she stayed in the house most of the time. Well one day I stayed inside with her and after a while she calls me over to show me a video. The vid she had showed me was of Mitsuki from Full Moon O Sagashite performing one of her solos. I was completely mesmerized by it and when I got home I looked up the video and ended up watching the entire series. That’s what started it all.
So fast forward to a couple years later and I’m 13 and still into anime. I had been begging my mom to let me go to an anime convention and with help from L’s dad she caved in and let me go to one she was also going to. Everything was going smooth until we found out L’s dad couldn’t take her, but my mom stepped in and said that L could go with us and just room with us the entire time there. We had planned to get there Thursday (to pick up early badges and all that jazz) and leave Sunday.
At first L was super nice and respectful and we caught up a bit on everything and talked about some anime on the ride there and she had told us about her being in the dance competition there and how she had everything planned but then she remembered that she had forgot her laptop cord. Well we really couldn’t go all the way back home since it was a 2 hour drive plus traffic and she called her dad’s friend (she comes into the story again later) who had just gotten out of surgery to see if she could get it. That meant that the poor lady would have to drive 2 hours back to her home just to get a cord.
This story is not terribly traumatic, but it was a memorable experience for my first year selling at a con.
A few months ago, my friend and I decided to get a table for a flea market-like event for secondhand items. (I’m not entirely sure what to call it outside of it’s proper name, but do not want to disclose that to provide anonimity for those involved). It was pretty last-minute, and we both had our reasons: she was moving out for college soon, and I simply wanted to purge my collection of middle school ex-weeaboo merch. Our table mostly consisted of mainstream manga, plushies, and cheap figurines (Naruto, Hetalia, etc).
Because of the nature of the items being sold, and the inevitability of running into at least a few wackos at these things, I did have fear that our table would attract them like moths to the flame. However, that wasn’t the case for most of the night, and we actually met some delightful customers who shared our (updated) interests. There were a few oddballs who started strange (but unmemorable) conversations, but otherwise, it was a very nice evening.
Until Belarus appeared.
So, before I begin this story, you (the reader) must know a little about me. I watch a lot of anime and draw fanart of it. Because of this, I know plenty about weeaboos.
This story took place in 8th grade, where I got my very own weeb stalker. It was the first day of school, during Science period. I was doodling a chibi before the bell rang, and as soon as it sounded, a boy sits down in the desk next to mine. Let’s call him Neko. This boy was obviously a weeaboo at first sight. He had tattered cat ears on top of his scraggly, greasy hair and had a Naruto tshirt on. And he didn’t exactly smell the greatest. He leaned over onto my desk and asked what I was drawing. I showed him, and he got this huge smile on his face. “So you like anime!” he said. Then the questions began.
“Have you seen Death Note?” Neko asks.
“Yeah.” I replied.
Neko continuously asked me if I’ve watched so-and-so animes. I replied yes to all of them, because, well, I had seen all of them.
Then, Neko stopped the questions.
“I know you’re lying about watching those animes.” Neko says, suddenly getting all serious.
“What?” I said, dumbfounded.
“The animes I asked you about are for boys, desu! You’re a girl!” he shouts
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