Otaku Problems

The main stream otaku is scaled down to mean a comic book geek/nerd, but there are not many people who actually know what otaku means, with regard to history it was just used as an honorific nowhere even close to the present world definition for it.

Initially it was used by a manga author to refer to her fans and hence it grew out along the reins of manga and anime. 

This is where it begins, problem numero unó, when people link the word manga to comic you just get termed as an immature adult still hung up on kiddie stuff like comics. So first things first, manga is not the same as the superhero comics such as D.C, Marvel, Darkhorse etc and two, no comics arent meant for kids (thats where u went wrong in parenting probably, handing your 7-10 kid with a comic which contains complexities like deep emotions and not to mention "sex" and wondering why in teenage they're all so focused on getting laid -.- if ur blame yourselves for giving m the right books at the wrong age -.-).

Secondly for all those people who avoid, ignore, detest, bully, insult otakus just for the sole reason that their intrests and perspective are different from you and the rest of the world, ill just give you one little piece of advice, irrespective of how calm and composed we seem to the world, otakus have a dark side, worser than those of all normal human beings and u dont wanna mess with that, per say if u did behave and didnt treat us like trash, ud have just made yourself a great friend who'd probably even give up their lives for you even if you've known them just for a day (  jk, I'm just eexaggerating, but you get the point).

Perspective wise.. Well it just cant be put into words, the way an otaku can see the world, no other person can, you gotta be one yourself to know how it feels. 

I think with that id like to conclude this article.

#vivalaotakus

#ciao 

First Cut

Well hello people of the world
Im new in the blogging scenes so do bother helping me out in suggesting ways to improve my blog.
I just happened to meet up an ex-bestee of mine today, whom i had a... lets just say "something of interest to a psychologist to study how the human brain can be exploited emotionally" kind of a past lol, but it was all the brainchild of some silly misunderstandings and some "jealous" human beings.
Our story goes something like this, we were total strangers, ended up meeting on fb, her first thoughts about me " internet junkie stalker" lol, My first thoughts " Mature person with a superiority complex" lol, and we both were in for a surprise as the very person we had an repulsive first impression on was the person we began to find sanctuary in, it was pretty much sanctuary, i had this really bad break and she did too, we both needed this "bring me back to life" phase to show up and help the fallen one on the inside grow wings and push it of the cliff to make us fly again, perspective wise we were the same yet unique and different from the rest of the world. The things we did or said didn't make sense to anyone except us that's how different we were. ( we still are )
We had such great compatibility that in just a matter of few weeks we were exchanging passwords and other such private details that no other person had managed to squeeze out of the either of us before.
It was a little weird though, that heavy amount of trust in someone u just met, bad idea they said but we were all deaf ears to a strangers plight of bad judgement. We had a funny little pact ( at least that's how the other folks saw it, "funny" it wasn't, to us, back then ) it was that neither of us would get into a committed relationship till we turned to a certain age, it was actually her pact which became an "our" thing, and we played along with it for quiet a while.

Slowly that phase where u mistake this kinda high compatibility and bonding for something other than friendship kicked in, pretty things got ugly, the weather changed, the jealous folk butted in, war of the worlds, Mars versus Venus nobody won, it all ended in silence which resulted in misery, distrust, feelings of betrayal and there we were back to square one again where it all began. 

The both of us lost someone really dear to us that day, someone we'd never find again, someone who was just the best possible person to fit the profile of BFF. 

We did start talking again, but as strangers this time. Some how the status quo has been reduced from total haterade "Don show me your face ever" to "we must talk often and keep in touch". Its funny, what goes around dose come bak around eventually. Maybe soon we'll be a little close to how were back then it won't be the same for sure but close enough just enough to remind us to remain the better person that became of both of us, and remind us that we are still human and mistakes make us what we are and there's always gonna be another person who'll be more compatible and will trust u more than the previous person whom u made a mistake with waiting for u out there to find them and make another mistake with.