#and i had this vivid memory of this girl ranting to me about anime while i had very little to say (never been big on anime i've watched a
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the things reading old forums digs up from your memory omg. i suddenly remembered about this girl i once met who was like "i read an article about 1910s japanese history it was sooo interesting, japan has such a rich culture and history i wanna live my dream of going there so bad!!!!" ... i was like ?!?!!???!?!?!!!? i'm not even refuting the statement that japan has a rich history but it's highkey INSANE to say that, and that you want to go there cause it's oh such a great country, in the same breath as saying you read about its 1910s history. is it cause they were among the allied forces in wwi ? alright but are we conveniently forgetting that japan formally colonized korea in 1910 ? after over 3 decades of slowly but surely asserting dominance over the peninsula, starting in the 1870s and continuing to take more and more control, making it a protectorate in 1905 and then as said officially annexing it (colonizing it) in 1910 and ruling over the country committing atrocities for decades ? i mean sure. 1910s. first decade of OFFICIAL colonization of korea. great history there.
it's just so weird how white people think japan is this perfect country with beautiful history when they were one of the worst, cruelest imperial powers in the world in the 19th and 20th century
#japanese propaganda insane levels and yes this girl was a hardcore anime fan#it's always them#and okay help sorry i know it's probably annoying when i go on rants that have nothing to do w sports on my sports sideblog 😭😭#but the reason why i was making this post is that i ended up on a football forum's post from 10 years ago#and someone posted about area no kishi which apparently is an football centered anime#and i had this vivid memory of this girl ranting to me about anime while i had very little to say (never been big on anime i've watched a#few but not many) and at some point she was like 'but i HATE sports anime bc sports are DUMB' and i was standing there in my#liverpool jersey like 🧍🏻#and then i remembered her general insanity over japan and 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫 weebs are weird i'm sorry it's true#nico.txt
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Pikes Tree
“The forest was our favorite place to go as kids, we would go at any hour of the day. It was our spot to wander, run and rant. We ripped off so many branches from the old trees in the forest. Jason and I did some crazy things, if we had told anyone the wild things we did, no one would believe the shy kid I was known as, could do that.” I told the crowd.
There were a lot of people here, all gathered here for Jason. I was surprised so many people showed up to his funeral. Jason was popular in high school for sure, but he was an ass. He was an ass to pretty much everyone except for me, his mom and Joe, his older brother. Jason had lots of problems growing up, his mom was cheated on by her boyfriend at the time. Jason and Joe’s dad was in and out of their lives a lot. Jason always blamed his dad and his mom’s ex-boyfriend for being the way he is, he said he was angry and he couldn’t help it. He could help it, he chose not to, he was just like them.
When I saw Tina in one of the church benches, I was incredibly surprised. Tina was a major subject of the destructive path Jason went on during high school, he played her more often than he played his guitar. Tina never gave up on him though, she was there on his drunkest nights, his most sober days and his biggest outbursts. Tina was literally the light to all his darkness, but he loved to hide in the darkness. To this day, I can see the hurt in her eyes from Jason. When I saw her walk up to the black, shiny coffin, I held my breath. I really believed she might beat his dead body, instead she stroked his lifeless, pale boney face and whispered in his ear. She could have whispered I hate you, but she probably reminded him that she loves him. Tina was special in that sense, never gave up anyone. I viewed it as sad in a way though, could she not just get over it at all? I mean it has been almost fifteen years ago, so much has happened in both of their lives.
When Jason and I were younger, we would go to the forest at the edge of our town, we would talk about everything and anything. One of the most vivid memories I have in that forest was one Jason wanted to pretend we were animal hunters. We spent the whole damn day and night out in that forest.
“Let’s do something wild and crazy, Peter, don’t be a baby,” said Jason while shoving my shoulder. The shove made me lose balance a bit.
I wanted to do something wild and crazy but our last adventure into the woods left me with a large cut on my forearm and Jason with a dislocated elbow. He never kept it safe, he tried to get as much thrill out of being in this forest as he could. One time he told me that he loved coming here because it felt like home to him. He didn’t feel like he was at home in his house, he was always afraid and worried when he was there. The forest allowed him to be free and feel safe.
“Like what Jason? My mom will be so mad at me if I come home with any more cuts or bruises,” I questioned him, see no matter what crazy thing he wanted to do, I wanted to do it too.
“Well, we could pretend we are flying a plane, and build something so big and then take off from Pikes tree, that would be- “
“So dangerous! We are not doing that Jason, I swear you’ve gone mad,” I laughed at him slightly, he couldn’t be serious.
“Peet, PLEASE! I really want to build something big, a plane would be sick!” He said.
I pondered for a moment and told him no. I could see he was getting frustrated with me. I never said no the crazy things he wanted to do, but this one, was simply too far.
He walked away from our spot, he was headed right to Pikes tree. Jason was a hot head and I know that, I followed him.
“Jay, I didn’t say we can’t build a plane, we just can’t fly it off Pikes tree. Come on man, come back.” I got nothing from him, not a sound, not a look back, nothing.
Something more was going on and he didn’t want to tell me what it was. I knew I shouldn’t push, but he was my best friend, since birth. I’ve been there with him through everything when we were kids, I mean we are kids but we’re twelve now, so we are basically teenagers.
“You don’t get it Peet, you never have,” whispered Jason. I think he thought I wouldn’t be able to hear him, but I could.
“Hey, what do you mean- wait up Jay. Hey, what’s going on? You can be honest with me,” I told him, tugging on the back of his shirt.
Jason pulled away from my reach, “My mom, she’s a mess. My dad keeps coming and going and Joe, I’m worried about him. He’s got this girl-friend, but I know he doesn’t like girls. I just don’t understand why people can’t be honest with themselves or others,” I could hear his voice crack, his blue eyes filled with tears.
“Jason, I, I don’t know what to tell you. You can come over to my house and- “
“You say that every time, it helps for the moment, but not overall. I still have to go back to that stupid house,” He said, as he started climbing Pikes tree.
I followed him all the way to the top of the tree. We sat on a large branch and he confessed everything that he was holding in. His dad was getting drunk when he was home and sometimes he would hit Jason’s mom. Joe was gay and didn’t know how to tell anyone, so he told Jason and it made him stressed keeping this big secret. Jason’s dad was conservative and was worried that his dad would find out about Joe. Everything just sucked in his life, and there was nothing I could do.
“Peter? Hello, Peter?” Joe shook my arm, causing me to come back into reality. I looked up at him, he was finally openly gay with his family.
His boy-friend, Shawn, was one of the nicest guys out there. Him and Joe were perfect together, so perfect that they planned to get married in the coming July. I don't think that is happening anymore, Joe is broken about Jason's death and I don't think he's ready for such a big milestone in his life to be without his brother by his side.
"Sorry, I just, you know..." I tell him with a tight-lipped smile. He nods his head, he understands.
I take one last look at Jason's lifeless body in the dark casket. His hand is cold as I touch it, fingers paler than normal. The bones of his body are protruding in ways they didn't before, my best friend, lifeless before me. Every time I think of Jason, I don't want to think of him in this way, I want to remember the good times we had as kids, teenagers and now young adults.
I make my way out of the funeral home, dodging questions from Jason's mom and my mom, I know they're asking where I'm going, I want to yell the forest, but they will be confused if I do, so I say nothing and just rush past them.
The last place Jason went was the forest, he wanted to go home. I had to understand why this happened, why he did this, it made no sense to me or anyone else around us. I climbed up Pikes tree, to the branch we sat down that one day when we were kids. I yelled, screamed at the top of my lungs. My echo lasted for so long, I thought someone else was yelling back at me.
I looked out around the forest, out into the small city below it. Such a peaceful place, became a place that scared me for the first two weeks after Jason's death. I am not scared anymore, I know he's okay, where ever he is. I feel him beside me as I climb back down the tree. It is peaceful once again.
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