Relatable

Being an Otaku is Better with Friends

I have said previously that I don't care about otaku being an insult, but I do. Well, kinda. I mean it bothers me that such a perfect description of me could be an insult.

Of course, if we're going strictly by dictionary definition, then I would be a mild otaku. I did get a little antisocial when I started watching anime, but I don't forget to bathe!Sometimes I forget to sleep, but who hasn't?

I don't really know what to do about it. I was always the odd one out, but if I ever go to Japan, it'll be nervous laughs and shifty eyes for me.

This may get kinda heavy, so be prepared.

All throughout elementary school I only had one friend. A friend who was extremely annoying. So I was a very lonely child.

Anime obsession came in the fifth grade. Around the time I got my first real friend. But I was still antisocial, if not more. I didn't have any social media and I honestly didn't care.

Depressing, I know.

Anyways, I'm getting off topic. The point is I didn't have many friends until middle school.

My friends and I are very close, and I couldn't trade them for the transformation of reality to an anime universe, which is worth a lot to me. But now, I'm moving four hours away, which isn't a lot, but its enough.

My entire school had known about my otaku weirdness. The entire school. Even the high schoolers. Now, I'm all alone with a bunch of mean city kids. It sucks. It sucks because I am not changing, and I'll have to deal with whatever comes my way because of it.

I know this chapter got heavy and very off topic (and its about to get even heavier), but my point is...

I fought my entire life to make friends. My entire life. And when I finally make some, something puts them almost out of reach.

Yeah, I'll still talk to them and text them. Try to stop me. But for someone who expected to live in the same town for, at least, five more years, it just won't ever be the same again.

I won't get to go with them to the witch clock downtown.

I won't get to rock out on ukuleles with them in the music store.

I won't get to go to the frozen yogurt shop and eat until my face is numb with them.

And it hurts. Even more than the reason I'm moving in the first place.

Because they were the only ones that got me. That understood I was weird. That understood that I wasn't what I always pretended to be.

That's what a friend is.

So I want you to tell me something that makes your best friend the best friend you could ever have. You don't have to say a name. Just a habit or a trait that makes them the best.

Anyways, I'll see you on the stranger side.

>Skittle~Sama

(P.S. I cried while writing this.)