Tales From The Basement
After years of watching anime and being dangerously close to either becoming a pedophile or a furry, (Or possibly a furry pedophile) you finally make a worthwhile decision. You grab your new anime DVDs and break them all! You then grab all your old ones and break them too!
Manga books all fucking burned! Comics too! Video games with anime graphics destroyed! You even break your computer just so you can't be tempted by the internet! You've just destroyed your "social life" by doing that, but it's worth it!
NO MORE FUCKING ANIME!
Holy shit you feel free! Seriously this is the first day of your new life and you've just made a break through here.
But don't get too puffed up there fatty. The fact still remains that you're a basement dwelling loser. You're also going to experience withdrawals and the temptation to go back to anime will be there.
Best thing you can do right now is confine yourself to the house for awhile. Now I know that might seem odd given that you practically stay inside for days on end anyway, but your trips to the comic shops might provide too much temptation.
And so begins the long road to recovery
Days pass into weeks and you got the jitters like a fucking crackhead. You spend a lot of time pacing and staring at the walls in your room. You try to find ways to keep yourself occupied.
You try to watch TV, but you have to struggle to not click on the Cartoon Network. Eventually you beg your mom to put a block on it. She's willing to help you out in the hopes that you might actually move out of her house one day.
Reading books doesn't seem to help either. Your attention span has practically been destroyed from "blipvert" anime action. You even can't concentrate on the shortest story, let alone a novel.
You feel like you're going mad.
Manga books all fucking burned! Comics too! Video games with anime graphics destroyed! You even break your computer just so you can't be tempted by the internet! You've just destroyed your "social life" by doing that, but it's worth it!
NO MORE FUCKING ANIME!
Holy shit you feel free! Seriously this is the first day of your new life and you've just made a break through here.
But don't get too puffed up there fatty. The fact still remains that you're a basement dwelling loser. You're also going to experience withdrawals and the temptation to go back to anime will be there.
Best thing you can do right now is confine yourself to the house for awhile. Now I know that might seem odd given that you practically stay inside for days on end anyway, but your trips to the comic shops might provide too much temptation.
And so begins the long road to recovery
Days pass into weeks and you got the jitters like a fucking crackhead. You spend a lot of time pacing and staring at the walls in your room. You try to find ways to keep yourself occupied.
You try to watch TV, but you have to struggle to not click on the Cartoon Network. Eventually you beg your mom to put a block on it. She's willing to help you out in the hopes that you might actually move out of her house one day.
Reading books doesn't seem to help either. Your attention span has practically been destroyed from "blipvert" anime action. You even can't concentrate on the shortest story, let alone a novel.
You feel like you're going mad.