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My college roommate had a lot going for him --- he was a good looking guy, a National Merit finalist, a teammate on our soccer team, and an outgoing, social person. His interests were as varied and multifaceted as he was. He could play the violin while he discussed Proust, and argue about the merits of the French New Wave with anyone who was interested. His tastes were truly patrician.
And then one day I got back to our room and found him watching Naruto.
"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled, reaching out to slam his laptop shut. He jerked it away and said, "Saren, what's your problem?"
"Anime is cancer," I warned him. "Better men than you have crumbled."
"What does that even mean? You sound like a crazy person."
"Anime is cancer," I repeated, "Stop watching this crap before it's too late."
"It's just one show," he said, "You should give it a chance, it's not that bad."
But it wasn't just one show. Naruto led to Gurren Lagann, and then to Flame of Recca and Detective School Q and Code Geass and YuYu Hakusho and god knows what else. It was like he was speaking a new language. All he ever wanted to talk about now was anime; he called everything "kawaii" and addressed everyone as "senpai" and "onii-chan". I'm pretty sure at one point he was stalking this Asian chick and only stopped after she pointed out that she was Korean and threatened to go to the administrative board.
Anime became his entire life. He was kicked out of the soccer team because he was too busy arguing about Miyazaki vs Azuma online to show up for practice. He didn't return his friends' phone calls, and eventually they stopped returning his. He started hanging out with the local anime club and kept trying to add us to their mailing list. His attendance was spotty, and when he did show up he usually spent the hour asleep in the back. One professor, originally from France, took offense and shook him awake, and so he yelled "Baka gaijin!" at her. That nearly got him expelled.
After his GPA had dipped so low that he'd lost his financial aid grants and the university was sending e-mails about "remaining in good standing" and "unacceptable attendance pattern", you'd think he might have come to his senses. But the hooks were in too deep. He missed an entire set of semester exams even after we pleaded with him to stop streaming anime, but he refused to listen. Not even after I found him at his lowest, sprawled naked on the bathroom floor, covered in his own filth and weeping about how he'd seen Ai Enma in his dreams.
Two weeks later, I came back from classes and found our dorm room locked from the inside. I banged on the door, but there was no response, and all the lights were off. I alerted the warden and we broke down the door --- and that was when we found him hanging by the ceiling fan, slowly rotating around the room. He'd taken his own life. On his table lay his laptop, and an episode of Kill La Kill still played in the backdrop.
If you or anyone you know watches anime, seek help immediately. It might not be too late.
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