Okay, so maybe it wasn’t THAT bad
Pretty much anyone who follows me can gather (or has already read somewhere) that I’m a teenage girl in her first year of uni. And so, with the perils I already face on a daily basis like not missing my bus and having to walk 10 minutes between classes because someone decided having a campus as big as a suburb was a good idea… Signing up to university clubs is a thing that I’ve decided to do.
In semester 1 I signed up to a Writer’s Club, went for four weeks and decided that it really wasn’t for me since it was mainly focused on how to get published and was on a Monday night, when I could be doing important things like sleeping.
And so when semester 2 came around, with newfound determination, I decided that it was the time to venture out again and try a new club… The anime club…
I went on the ‘welcome night’ and haven’t returned.
It started off alright, with me running into someone I’d met before last semester and having a quick chat. I also put myself out there a bit and talked to a person I didn’t know, but then I couldn’t keep the conversation going and awkwardly shuffled away from them when they looked at me like I was behaving oddly.
Once the night started I was kind of scared to be honest by the amount of cat ears people wore unironically too. Like I understand why… but I also don’t understand why… There was also onesies, the leader of the tables was a member of the club and knows as the ‘sensei’ with an orange, kind of like a Naruto headband they had to wear, and all the tables for some reason had Japanese characters as their symbols with some random things like stars and other shapes thrown in.
And there were way too many uh… very passionate and loud fans… I’m not saying they’re bad people at anything though, I’m just saying that white people throwing Japanese words randomly into English sentences and using honorifics while wearing lots of merchandise does throw me off a bit. While for some reason all but two of the Asians I talked too seemed to be really against and harbour a deep hatred for American cartoons…
And the table I was sitting at… Why do I have the worst luck when it comes to where I’m placed to sit? Everyone was nice, and there was actually two very nice guys at my table (unfortunately the male to female ratio of this welcome night was about 20:1), but for some reason the majority of what everyone at my table wanted to talk about were traps and hentai. Two things not for me.
Now I should also here give one of the boys at the table credit. He had noticed that I was not loving the tentacle conversations straight away and asked me a few questions obviously not about anything fan service related as he tried to mediate the table a bit so that we were all engaging in conversation with each other. He failed in the end, but he was nice enough to talk to me individual instead of letting me sit there awkwardly for two hours.
Luckily, a cute Asian girl came in late and ended up on our table! And honestly it was quite entertaining to watch all the boys talking vigorously about their love of traps and joking about tentacles before their speech starting fading away and they looked up like little schoolboys to her because she had pretty cool green hair and a very nice denim jacket and skirt. And with her arrival the boys calmed down a bit.
So I thought I was fairly safe.
Until it was time to do those ‘write one word then pass it the piece of paper onto the next person! Write a story together! Isn’t this fun!’ And with the two of us girls faced against the other 5 males at the table – the story did not end up pretty.
It actually turned out to be kind of like the idea of Yuuna and the Haunted Hot Springs to be honest – with yokai, some hentai, tentacles, traps and a male protagonist that was way too horny written by way too invested in this all males. I spent about two minutes with the piece of paper each time I got it, trying to make it even more mildly PG rated and save it from the weird boob-feeling of statues turning into women that was going on.
So overall, I did not have a great time. I’d like to stress the point that the people at my table were actually very nice, but just liked to to talk too much about fan service for my liking. The girl was really nice too, and we found out that we both think Makoto from Free! is an absolute sweetheart.
The club is actually screening Land of the Lustrous for the next few weeks, and I can just watch that at home. That’s my justification anyway.
So what do you guys think? Should I try to venture back there again?