Anime is chock full of unrealistic scenarios, with worlds far more fantastical than reality: some watch shows for escapism and others watch it to supplement their mundane life with novel stimulation. Have you ever felt disappointed or maybe even depressed that you couldn't live a life similar to your favourite anime character, or live in a world similar to your favourite anime? Some examples:
- You will never be revered and appreciated as a hero as you travel around.
- You will never be super overpowered and capable and defeat enemies with ease.
- You will never have a harem of cute girls fawning over you unconditionally.
- You will never experience a flawless, blissful romance as portrayed in many Shoujo shows.
- You will never explore fun fantasy worlds and forge bonds with your wandering adventurer troupe.
You will never experience love. You'll never know the intimate sensation of an affectionate women rubbing her face in the crook of your neck late at night after passionate intercourse, whispering declarations of possession into your ear. It's unknown to you. The feeling is most-likely sweet like honey, a warmth travelling up and down your spine. No rush of exhilaration, or a moment of glory and honour for you. When you look in the mirror, or walk outside amongst the general population, imagine how life would be if you felt a buzz of delight by your own existence. You have no intrinsic value. Your lips will remain untouched by the opposite gender. Never ever will anybody treat you the way you could treat them.
- You will never be revered and appreciated as a hero as you travel around.
- You will never be super overpowered and capable and defeat enemies with ease.
- You will never have a harem of cute girls fawning over you unconditionally.
- You will never experience a flawless, blissful romance as portrayed in many Shoujo shows.
- You will never explore fun fantasy worlds and forge bonds with your wandering adventurer troupe.
You will never experience love. You'll never know the intimate sensation of an affectionate women rubbing her face in the crook of your neck late at night after passionate intercourse, whispering declarations of possession into your ear. It's unknown to you. The feeling is most-likely sweet like honey, a warmth travelling up and down your spine. No rush of exhilaration, or a moment of glory and honour for you. When you look in the mirror, or walk outside amongst the general population, imagine how life would be if you felt a buzz of delight by your own existence. You have no intrinsic value. Your lips will remain untouched by the opposite gender. Never ever will anybody treat you the way you could treat them.
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