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So a few years ago I was set to go to a con with a few of my friends. Unfortunately, it didn’t end up well. See, the friend who had reserved our room ended up getting really sick (like, stuck in the hospital for 6 weeks sick) a month before the con, and she wasn’t allowed to go. Her mom dropped the reservation FOR HER before she could even say anything about it. So my other friend and I had to find a room… unfortunately, we did the stupidest thing you can do. We went on the con’s forum.

My friend (A) and I ended up finding a room with three other girls (D, H, and J). I figured it wouldn’t be too bad, hell, they seemed sane enough.

But no.

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TW: sexual harassment, uncomfortable situations.

When I was 13 I was your average middle-schooler verging on weeabooism, I occasionally read doujins and sometimes called my friends “-chan!” (they actually asked me to in the first place, so there was no harm in it), and I had a YouTube account dedicated to animations with the software MikuMikuDance. The videos were nothing special, stupid average middle school humor, but a lot of people liked them. I was actually pretty popular for once.

But this story isn’t about me, no, this is a story about the person that sent me a message on YouTube, which in turn taught me a lesson about always being cautious with who you talk to on the internet.

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This is my Weeaboo confession and at the end of the day I’m glad to finally be getting this off my chest. My story truly begins summer of 2002 in the muggy low country of South Georgia, USA. I was a short stocky kid then with a gap-toothed smile and wide green eyes like a frog. I was a cute kid in a manic country bumpkin kind of way, and was known for being pushy and very demanding. My interest in anime was something that had followed me from early childhood. I can remember being as young as four and staying up to watch YuYu Hakusho and Cowboy Bebop. I also remember afternoons full of DBZ, Sailor moon, Gundam, and of course Pokemon. Hell, I even remember my very first manga was Rayearth. I was a kid obsessed with anything anime or manga. If it was from Japan, it was automatically perfect in my eyes. There was one series, however, that I loved above everything else.

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part 1: http://weebstories.tumblr.com/post/25029133500/foreign-exchange-weeaboo-part-1

part 2: http://weebstories.tumblr.com/post/25441118191/foreign-exchange-weeaboo-part-2

part 3: http://weebstories.tumblr.com/post/26209354725/foreign-exchange-weeaboo-part3

part4: http://weebstories.tumblr.com/post/28196430785/foreign-exchange-weeaboo-part4

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TW: Self Harm

A few years ago, I had transitioned from middle school to high school and I had to ride a new bus. Seeing as I didn’t know a lot of the older kids, I was very quiet and reserved until I finally managed to make a small group of friends on there. The others were fine, but one girl stood out from them very brightly. Let’s call her M.

M was a very strange person to me.  When I first met her, she opted to wear 90’s mom jeans, shirts that looked boxy and matronly, and weird Grandma cushion shoes. Now, usually this wouldn’t bother me as it interests me to see people with different fashion senses, but her appearance was literally her personality. She was very ‘motherly’ I guess.  Not ‘sweet’ motherly, but more of like an angry, senile grandma. For instance, she was constantly confused by technology, and would refuse to listen to someone as they tried to help her. She was also constantly being critical of us and others, saying that we needed her to be there for us because of the ‘poor choices’ we make.  

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This encounter has a great deal to do with the fact that I had a very serious injury a year ago. My leg broke badly in several places, and my ankle was the most affected, as it’s still a bit stiff. The encounter itself occurred after I was in therapy. My leg had healed mostly, except for my ankle, and I had to walk on a pair of crutches for a while, which was devastating for me, as I do karate and it’s a huge part of my life.

At the time of the encounter, I wanted to try walking more without my crutches, and I was out of the cast, and now only had medical bandages wrapped around my leg to give me support. I couldn’t run, but I could walk, albeit with a limp. Not only was my leg bandaged, but I had an eye infection at the time, so I had to wear a medical eye patch, like this, because my infected eye was inflamed and sensitive to light.

Also, I guess it would be important to mention that I’m an Asian mix, meaning I can pass off for any kind of Asian ethnic group.

The encounter itself took place at the local Asian cultures festival. Of course, it also doubled as weeb heaven.

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During my junior year in high school, I met a girl who we’ll call Berry. Berry was your typical weeb who liked Hetalia and Death Note, along with Homestuck, Invader Zim, Pokemon, and My Little Pony. 

I felt bad for Berry. She had very few friends. Not even the other anime fans, Homestucks, or Bronies that we have at our very large school wanted to hang out with her. So I tried to be nice… And she pretty much attached herself to me.

This is her story.

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I lived in Japan for almost 10 years, the Chiba prefecture of Japan. My mother and I moved to the US just before my tenth birthday. I spent that year without my father, but he soon came to the US once he scrapped enough money together. There, on my twelth birthday I spent it with my father. He had found a stable job on the other side of town, which caused us to move. I wasn’t disappointed because..hey. MY DAD was here with me! Anyway, on to the weeb. Moving to the new school was a pretty easy transition. At this point I was used to it. On my first day of school my teacher introduced me; “We have a new student. This is Mei [Last name excluded” I wasn’t the your sterotypical dark asian, in fact I could be mistaken as white if my eyes weren’t all that slanted.The first thing I heard was “Are you Chinese or Japanese?” I could of responeded very rudely, but I decided to be mature and reply “Japanese. I moved here a few years ago.” The next thing I heard was a god awful pronuciation of what I think was “Konichiwa.”

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