Welcome to the New Weeaboo Stories, picking up where old Weeaboo Stories Left off!
I was looking at the recently baptized board at my church, and noticed this…
Some woman named her baby Sailor Moon.
Maybe somebody was being funny, I thought, but nope. It said Sailor Moon on the name list as well. I’ve heard some of my coworkers (I work in the nursery) talk about one of the new babies with an unusual name, and when I asked what it was, they said that it was Sailor Moon. I really hope that this is just a nickname for her…
Update: I finally met Sailor Moon. The workers stick to calling her Sailor.
Mod M: At least “Sailor” is a fairly acceptable name. Poor kid :(
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I’m caught up from all my post-convention shennanigans and find myself on Easter break! Lord knows (once again) where Mod S has gone while I was gone, but here I am and I am filling the queue as we speak!
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This story takes place last february. I decided to go to a Maid Cafe with a friend, who I’ll call G. I had just turned 16, and G was and still is 17. When we arrived, there was a group of people waiting to be let in. Most of them didn’t look like weeaboos and turned out to be pretty cool, but there was this guy.
He was wearing some kind of overall, and he had long curly brown hair which he was wearing on pigtails. Also, he was 23. First thing he did was compliment a Luigi pin I had. I was already a little freaked out by him, but I decided not to judge him on how he looked and started talking to him. It was a pretty normal chat, with topics like which anime we liked and stuff like that. I thought he was pretty cool.
The Maid Cafe took a long time to open, so a girl checked it’s facebook page from her phone to see if something had happened. It had been cancelled. It was a big disappointment for everyone, so we decided to go eat something together. So, this guy who I’ll call A, was pretty affectionate, but he was like that with everyone, so I didn’t make a big deal out of it. He said he didn’t have a facebook, so the only way to keep contact with us was to have our cellphone numbers. I, still trusting him, gave him mine, which was a big mistake.
So later he started hanging arround me more than the others, and I started getting uncomfortable. I tried to get closer to G, so if A attempted something weird he’ll make him back off. Tough luck. G was so caught up talking with some girl that he didn’t even notice me. A started getting more and more affectionate, trying to hold my hand or getting closer than I was comfortable with. I didn’t say anything and now I regret I did, because it only got worse later.
We were like 6 people, so I tried hanging with the others to get away from him. It worked for a while. When we arrived at the restaurant I sat as far as possible from him. I ended up between two guys who were quite nice to me, though one of them said he had to make an effort not to eat like a pig in front of a lady.
He started creeping on me again after we left the restaurant, calling me (I’ll call myself N) N-chan, and saying that he will buy 3 robots, and give me 2 of them so they would protect me just like in his favorite anime. He also said he wanted to write with a marker in my face. That was pretty creepy.
After that, he left me alone, took out his cellphone and started texting someone. I was pretty upset that G hadn’t noticed anything, so I texted a friend about it. Then I got a text from him. It said he thought I was really pretty, and asked if I wanted to go out with him to get to know each other better. I, of course, refused. I was horrified, mostly because of the age difference. Remember, he was a 23 years old guy hitting on a 16 years old girl! Finally, G noticed something was up, and asked me about it. I told him later, when we where alone browsing though manga in a store. He was actually glad for me! I was so pissed off, but I didn’t said anything as I didn’t want to ruin the day even more. A kept texting me, pleading for me to give him a chance, and I finally told him I was a lesbian and my best friend was my girlfriend so he backed off. I blocked his number from my phone so he would leave me alone already. Recently, G got a text from him asking if we were going to some con he was going. We were actually thinking about going but it was too expensive so we decided not to.
Now I realise how stupid I was to trust him in the first place, but hopefully this experience might have taught me to beware of strangers :/
I’m A Quarter Japanese!!
Warning: English isn’t my first language so… some of this story may get confusing. Please bear with me.
Before I start the story, I want to give you a little background of myself that will be considered very important in the whole storyline: I will call myself ‘Mari’. I am a girl that is part Filipino in my dad’s side of the family and in my mom’s side, I am Chinese and Japanese. My mom’s side of the family had a very heavy influence in my childhood till now and not only that, this part is also the main key in the story. Please keep that in mind. Also, I am a person that went through, I guess, a ‘weaboo’ phase when I was younger, despite my heritage.
Alright, that’s pretty much it! Now, onwards with the story!
Around maybe one or two years ago in high school, I had encountered the term ‘weaboo’ for the first time and found out what it meant from a friend. My friend, whom shall be named Louise in this story, had told me all about it and how we were probably like that when I was younger. I used to be a rabid anime-fan girl that would gush about ‘hot anime boys’ and such. Over the years, though, that kind of thing decreased and because of bad experiences I had with it, I just stopped altogether. I still liked anime/manga to an extent but I don’t talk about it as much, only to my close friends who shared the interest.
Anyways, Louise then explained to me that weaboos are anime-fans that are overly obsessed with Asian culture, particularly the Japanese culture, and often try to express to other people of how much they know about the Japanese way of life. Not only that, she also said how these people desire to actually want to be Japanese and how they have an aspiring goal to live in Japan one day.
I was quite surprised that there was actually a term for a group of people like that and it made me wonder about a lot of things. Nonetheless, Louise had also warned me that these people can be quite annoying, tend to speak in broken Japanese, worship Japan and its ground, and think that anime was the best thing in the whole world. She also added that they are the people I should try to avoid. At first, I didn’t know how to react and instead, laughed it off and said…
“I’m sure we won’t see someone like that any time soon and besides, most anime fans we had met are good people. What are the chances of actually meeting a person like that?”
Oh, how I wanted to take that back. I really wanted to… want to know why?
Back in Junior year of high school, to be exact… was the time when I came face-to-face with my first, actual weaboo.
Let us call her ‘Hime’, shall we?
So today, I went to a meetup and photoshoot with a local anime group. This was my first meetup with them, and most everyone there was very nice! I was expecting there would be at least a handful of weebs though. There was only one, but boy, did she deliver.
Upon arriving at the shoot, the weeb shows up wearing what can only be described as a cheap imitation kimono that I’m 95% sure I saw in an FYE. Her wig is a tangled mess, and she came armed with typical weeb snacks, pocky and ramune soda. This weeb’s problem? Personal space. She has no idea what it means, and will try and attach herself to anyone and everyone.
Now, I am not a touchy feely person by any means. I have anxiety problems and personal space issues. I only allow people to hug me if I know them, and most people understand this. However, weeb decides that she’s cold and wants to grab and hold on to me. Obviously, this upset me, so I very bluntly asked “Excuse me, what the hell are you doing?” She whined “Oh Rin-chan (I was cosplaying Rin Okumura from Ao no Exorcist) I’m so cold. Warm me up.” Luckily, two friends who we’ll call William and Tsunade were able to bail me out of this situation and get her to leave me be.
After failing to attach herself to me, she latches onto two male cosplayers playing Izaya and Shizuo from ‘Durarara’ Every time I look over there, she’s glomping them, hugging them, shrieking … typical weeb bullshittery. Unfortunately, I know these two fellows, and they’re far too nice to tell her to GTFO. So they’re stuck babysitting this squealing, stupid mess.
Luckily, this girl left the shoot early, but not before groping Tsunade and spanking another friend of mine, who we will call Vicious, hard right on his ass. He was not amused by this, to say the least.
Needless to say, I’m not looking forward to running into this girl again. She’s not going to stop me from attending meetups, but at least her assenine behavior is somewhat entertaining in hindsight.
I wasn’t sure wether to submit this to here or special snowflakes
Oh do i have a weeaboo for you.
A girl that goes to my school (lets call her K) was your average weeb. She would wear naruto, death note, and various anime shirts basically every day to school. She also would always call people bakas or hating trolls when they gave her their slightest opinion- even a teacher.
So on a class trip to Hershey Park (i live on long island so it takes probably a good 4 to 5 hours to get there) about 30 minutes into the ride she pulled a big portable speaker out of her backpack abd STARTED TO BLAST VOCALOID MUSIC. AT 4 AM. This along with her carmelldansen along for a good 45 minutes led to the bus driver pulling over and yelling at her and i almost pissed myself because this bus driver looked like her was 50 and told her to ‘Turn off that junk and sit your weeaboo ass down’. And not a single japanese song or anime reference was made that whole day.
Best. Bus driver. Ever.
Mod S: That bus driver wins, he just fucking wins!
This was a youtube comment on a video about how to make an eyepatch for a Ciel Phantomhive cosplay…
I just… Okay..?
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