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And on a more fun note, it’s easy to tell when translators start to freak out about some otaku topic when they suddenly start writing ‘mate’ instead of ‘meet’ and ‘grope’ instead of ‘group’ … I’m not even kidding. My co-worker had a lot of fun proofreading a text a while back.

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I find it fascinating how many bitter videos there are on utube of people ‘disappointed in Japan’ after they came here and it wasn’t the fluffy otaku land they expected… I never knew

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I can love strangers, without loving them romantically.
And then people come and say that that’s because I’m too screwed and just can’t love anyone romantically. 
And then I say that as long as I can love at all, there is nothing too screwed about that.

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the cliché I could never understand in ‘detective dramas’ – 
spouses leaving them like they didn’t know about their profession when they were marrying them.

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a grain of wisdom from a commuter’s bag on Tokyo morning train:
(it likely has an author, but the bag didn’t disclose)

“Not everything that you face can be changed. But nothing can be changed until you face it.”

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Can’t say I find art involving manipulated human bodies aesthetically pleasing or interesting in any way.

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I have a seriously bad relationship with time. 
Bigger problems aside, 
I feel like I need at very least there to be 60 hours in a day to not feel like I’m being dragged by my hair through the mud and can’t manage anything or catch up to anything. Or like, y’know, take a breath?

And it’s not like ‘slow’ was ever particularly an adjective to describe me… But I just really, really, can’t deal with how fast the time is flowing.

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2-3 times a week I tend to have rather strange waking-up thoughts. 
My favourite to this day is likely the “If you poke a vampire with a stick he will become dry and delicious” one, which I voiced to a friend who was waking me up after 4 hours of sleep many years ago.

Recently, I woke up with a thought about “whether a person who did not grow up with parental love (let’s define this parameter as ‘an ideal healthy family situation with 2 caring parents present’) can truly write from a perspective of a person who did not, and vice versa.”

I also dreamt about a discussion of responsibility of adults towards those around them vs. towards only themselves.

Can I please sleep without being so busy?

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English-speaking internet once in a while likes to freak out about the Mario Karts on the streets of Tokyo thing, and those people actually literally ride around my house practically every day…

They also were sued by Nintendo, lost, and were officially banned… and yet I keep seeing them around.

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I’ve always had troubles remembering my own age (and a tendency to blink stupidly for a few moments when people ask my name), but I guess this just gets more socially terrifying the older you become.

I’ve spent about 20 minutes talking to a person while being completely certain that I was 4-5 years younger than I actually am. And only later it downed on me. As in “Hold on… what year is this?”

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I come from a long line of crazy workaholics
people who can’t make themselves rest, 
rest by finding new ways to work,
and worry all the time about everything

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people keep asking me if I’m gay, and if I say ‘hm, not really?’ they squint at me and say “are you sure?…”
Because apparently they are pretty sure I should be.

And when I say ‘people’, I mean both men and women of different countries.

They also tell me that “it would make more sense if you were a man” a bit too often,
… whatever that means.

And I don’t tell them that I know for sure, that if I happened to be born a man in the same circumstances I was born in, I wouldn’t be alive right now.

There was also a person once who went as far as too say that I should’ve been ‘a man and gay’, and then I would be ‘easier to understand’. 
I was so petrified by the ridiculousness of that statement I couldn’t even bring myself to ask them what the hell was wrong with their images of gender identities that they felt the need to change me twice over so that I would fit in there.

I know I have hard time relating to women, but I often had hard time relating to humans in general… And I never really felt it was a problem of my gender, and that I should concern myself with questions of how to identify… I mostly felt that it was a question of ridiculous stereotypes falsely constructed by various societies, and we should be able to be ‘men’ and ‘women’ however the hell we want. … though I do sometimes wonder what exactly makes people make these assumptions about me…

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Every woman sometimes really needs someone to take the weight off her shoulders…

Literally.

…ya know, like, a designated boob holder … upholder? …uplifter? …carrier?