So this was the first anime I watched when I was a kid. I was probably about eight or nine. This scene stuck with me for years!! (This, and the one with the eviscerated dog… yikes.)
Anyways, this is probably why I developed such a huge interest in the medium. Virtually everything else in that little section of Blockbuster was so different and bizarre, and for the most part quite gruesome.
Then I watched everything and anything I could get my hands on! If it was anime, it had to be good. (Years later I’d come to learn how ohhh-so wrong I was.)
And one day, when I was in my junior year of high school, I glanced around my bedroom walls, and those posters and centerfolds from Newtype Magazine made me realize the reason why I was such a miserable misfit. I tore them all down, boxed up my merchandise and threw it all in the basement.
Every now and then I revisit the old shows I used to like. Most of the gifs on my tumblr are actually just me waxing nostalgic on memorable scenes. Or they’re from ATLA, but everyone likes ATLA. I’ve also been picking up on new shows here and there (FMA: Brotherhood was excellent, and I do like Attack on Titan so far). I guess what I’m saying is I went from this engrossing, unhealthy obsession to absolute shame and embarrassment to, I don’t know, self-acceptance.
And that weird-ass, tragic, KIND OF traumatizing scene is where it all started.