Okay, so last year I helped start an anime club at my highschool. It was decent, even if we had some bizarre members. However, there was this one guy I thought was utterly odd. Let’s call him Lion. He’s obsessed with furries, likes Japanese things, and likes to use phrases like ‘kawaii’ while making creepy smiles.
During our first meetings, I thought he looked lonely, so I tried to be friendly. The next thing I know, Lion’s popping up everywhere near me during meetings. When the club officers are having a private huddle, he joins in. It’s me Lion always asks questions, not the President. He also tried his best to show his dislike when other people had different opinions then him; very rude.
One disturbing incident involved him breathing heavily and angrily behind me really closely after I sold an anime item he wanted to another club member. It was nerve wrecking. I could feel his breath moving my hair. Yikes..
So, I’ve been to 3 anime conventions so far. Every time there was a dance or ball, I attended. During my 3rd convention, I met this slightly older guy (let’s call him Larry). Out of the room, he was one of the few who actually knew how to waltz. I was thrilled. It was Larry’s first convention. He looked sane and was very intelligent, somewhat nerdy (my friend’s words, not mine). He was super polite, had a great voice, knew fencing, and was quite the gentleman. I was charmed. Larry was normal enough, so I thought it was okay to be friends. (What an idiot I was)
We got along well. We even shared numbers.
During the rest of the con, we hung out alot. I quickly realized Larry wasn’t what he seemed. He could swap faces easily from over enthusiastic weeaboo to stoic. Larry also had the tendency to try to imitate anime character quotes and jokes by making his voice go high. He even admitted his personality at the dance was fake. He was also really religious and looked down upon others. One of the things he said even implied he believed women should stay at home to loyally serve their husbands.
So a couple years ago, I ended up running for president of my high school’s Anime Club. At the time, I had just successfully exited my own rather embarrassing weeaboo phase and I was confident that most of the club members had outgrown their own such phases as well. …unfortunately, my theory was proved wrong by the only other club member who ran against me, who I will refer to as “Ash”. The speech that Ash prepared pretty much was only bragging how she had read over fifty manga series and apparently had watched over one hundred animes with no real reasoning as to what she would do if elected or why she thought that would make her a good president. She wasn’t elected, of course, but I figured that she couldn’t be too bad and would mellow out soon.