I have already stated it countless of times — what people often think of me because of my “otaku” behaviour when it comes to Anime and its related media. Thinking back on it, whenever I hear them say how childish I still am for watching and even being somewhat-obsessed with fictional stuff, I no longer feel how I felt before when they kept on telling me to quit falling in love with anime.
I used to feel how small people think of me and sad at making fun of me. But now, when they say that I am too naive to continue on loving what I do love so much, I feel sorry, not for myself but for those people who do not see the things that such media would bring to them.
Anime and its relations with other media, had taught me much more than what the four walls of the classroom can possibly teach me about life. And one of the splendors of watching it is such.
We have heard over and over again how experience is the best teacher. In order to grow we need to experience the wonders of life and learn from our mistakes as much as we learn from our successes. I do not hide the fact that I am inexperienced in most things and that I am still innoccent to a bunch of things of this world…maybe that is why I am gullible and naive to other people’s eyes.
I know that it is impossible for me to experience all those things that most of my “friends” have already experienced (like drinking alchohol, smoking, you get the deal) since my morality and my upbringing hinders me to do such. Although I point the reason to why I refuse to drink or smoke to how I was brought up, I also have one reason — a personal reason, as to why I always refuse the offer: “I just don’t want to.”
I actually feal sorry to those who think that liking anime and manga is childish, worthless, and/or just plain stupid. I can’t help but wonder if these people are the kind which values logic above all else. I admit logic is important, but it can only take you as far. Only scientitsts devote all their life to such things and disregard those that are trully important — things which can only be grasp through faith.
I do not believe in Santa Clause — the Santa who rides a magical sleigh and goes “Ho Ho Ho”. I don’t think I ever did. I don’t believe also of the message that he unknowingly brings: that you have to be good to get presents. What I do believe in is the existence of the real-life St. Nicholas who lived long ago and who is also the root of the legend of Santa Clause. He did not rode a magical sleigh, he did not travel the world in one night, nor did he possess magical abilities and talking and flying reigndeers. What he did possess was a giving heart.
I guess how far logic goes, the above narration about Santa is acceptable since I do accept such and believe that Santa Clause do not exist. However, when this logic intervenes with religion and the beauty of the lessons in life, then I would (as I have many times before) throw the book of Logic out the window and set it on fire.
The same is true when it comes to the things I love. Although the world it creates is made up of fantasy, the story and the lesson it narrates is not. A person who is suddenly transported into a magical kingdom and tasked to save the world may not be real, but the feelings that this protagonist felt and the lesson he learned along the way can be called true.
To look beyond the mundane life of normalcy and its mixture of anxiety, hardships, problems and other negatives can make anyone turn to something that is surreal. If watching anime shows can be called as inappropriate, then wouldn’t it be true as well when it comes to any other shows, movies, and the likes?
We watch this things and fall in love with them because of the weight and burden that a world filled with logic brings and the reality of life. We watch them to entertain ourselves and to teach ourselves things about life, albeit, learning from them seems to be subliminal.
If you disregard such an enjoyment and think of it as beyond childish, then it is you who is missing something and is the one who’s already caged by this world and this reality.
No one said that escaping reality once in a while by searching a form of entertainment is wrong. There is, however, an extent to how far such search can go. I know that my tuning in to anime is not a bad thing, heck, it’s much better than drowning yourself in alchoholic beverages — now that’s wasting your life. And when it comes down to it, we are all asked:
“What makes a story interesting? Is it when one is thrown into a world of infinite possibilities or when those infinite possibilities are thrown into one person?”
A world of infinite possibilities. It is a world that exist when you indulge yourself in these form of positive entertainment.
As for me, such world exist when I take my pen out and let myself be immersed by my novels. Becuase it is in that time that I could feel that I myself am in a grand adventure — an adventure that could only be found in what most would regard inappropriate.