Just when I thought it was safe...

During my junior high and high school years, Naruto and Death Note (and other manga/anime like them) were at their height of popularity so I got exposed to a lot of weeaboos. It wasn’t a fun experience. I thought that I’d be safe in college, surrounded by mature people with mature interests for the most part…

 

Oh Goddess, I was wrong.

 

I’m undecided on my major, so I’m taking generic courses, and in my History lecture, there are three hardcore weeaboos. At first glance, you wouldn’t notice it. They just look like run-of-the-mill geeks - tall, lanky, the works. No ninja headbands or cat ears. But just wait until you get a little closer, and these guys (they’re all male) open their mouths.

 

Before the professor arrives, they talk about anime and how Japan is better than America, basic weeaboo things. They also use their laptops during the lecture to roleplay on Facebook and one of them brought a few of those Mameshiba bean dog dolls to class with him to show his buddies. I heard one guy say “desu” once and I’m almost positive he wasn’t kidding around when he said it. Also, I try to sit as far away from them as possible because…well, to put it lightly, they don’t shower often. If there’s a window open and you’re sitting in their vicinity, I’d bring nose plugs. They’re stinky, wear the same clothes almost every day, and just don’t keep themselves clean.

 

The other day, I was feeling a little curious (or stupid, take your pick) so I sat behind the guy who seems to be the “leader” of this little weeaboo club, just to be nosy. He spent the entire lecture drawing My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic shit all over his books. He must have noticed me looking out of the corner of his eye, because he turned around, glared at me, and then went back to his drawings.

 

This is going to be a long semester.