As it has come up several times in various conversations on Twitter, I have this complete wall of separation between my real life and my guise online. I don’t know when or how that came to pass, but it’s rarely ever been something I talked about. With My Sister Can’t Be This Cute (or the romanized version in the tag if you lean that way), the subject keeps coming up in my own thoughts as much as the desperate and ultimately pointless quest Kirino endures to maintain separate lives.
As this post is really going to be personal experiences relating to the title of this post, I doubt it will really get to the root of anything.
Formspring Question Time
Over the last few weeks I’ve had the opportunity to answer questions posed to me, usually with daft responses, while asking bizarre hypothetical scenarios to others. In one case, the question was posed on the difference between shipping and OTP. Such was my knowledge of the topic at hand that I immediately ran to google and Urban Dictionary to find out what these actually meant. After seeing definitions, while still not attempting to understand the context of those words, I gave a literal answer to the question. So to answer 2DT’s response to my answer, I had no clue about those and many other fandom terms.
That Convention Thing I Never Wrote About
Back in May, I went to an anime convention for the first time. Needless to say, that experience went badly to put it nicely. So the reasons why…
Short Version: I was way too old and unprepared to be hanging around people like that alone.
Long Version: In an attempt to do something completely out of the ordinary, and perhaps to talk to people about something I like, I quickly discovered that I had never really talked to anyone about this face-to-face. Going in alone only compounded the problem as the real fun seemed to be had by groups. The panels I went to only confirmed how isolated I felt among the masses.
Let’s Try Another Type of Fandom
As was made obvious by the Giant Killing posts, I also happen to be a fan of football. With the convention experience a few weeks earlier behind me, I thought I would make a trip to back to my college town to engage in viewing and discussion of a niche, but growing market in America. With 4 beers downed and the USA down thanks to Steven Gerrard’s early goal, the crowd inside the bar I was watching the match had turned its anger at those wearing England shirts.
Then, after Robert Green channeled a blunder worthy of the pantheon of England goalkeeping howlers, the place erupted. As I celebrated by hugging and high-fiving people I didn’t know and would probably never see again, it felt like I found the place where I belonged if only for 2 hours. Unfortunately, after the match petered out and finished 1-1, the normality of everyday existence returned.
Conclusion: So just three brief examples here I thought I would share. Essentially, fandom travels beyond my realm of comprehension often. Then, the combination of demographics and luck goes against me at great expense. Finally, trying something completely different can be fulfilling, only with incredible luck. I suppose the wall doesn’t make a whole lot of sense for anyone. It’s not like a really have much of an image to destroy in the first place.