rewatched attack on titan for the millionth time and remembered how much it shaped me. which sounds cringe but??? i remember watching it at 11 and being so shocked by how gruesome the animation was and surprised that they actually showed characters dying with blood, guts, etc… on screen for everyone to see. the concept of a “mature” rated show hadn’t crossed my mind in terms of animation before — I didn’t think anime was capable of that kind of production.
i’d gotten so emotionally invested in it that it was most of what i thought about (along with a couple other shows) for almost an entire year. and, at the time, i didn’t see why i was so infatuated by it. but i realize now that what i loved were the themes of purpose, injustice, sacrifice, and death. that there was something so much bigger going on in this fictional world than i could comprehend.
when you’re 11, your world is tiny. and when you’re me and you’re 11 and you haven’t got but one friend… your world is very tiny, quiet, a bit lonely, and feels a bit meaningless. i’m sure i threw many pity parties lmao.
but yeah, those are such big topics to watch and hear about when you’re not even in your teens yet. so naturally, i dug into a lot of theories, stories, met people online with similar interests (thanks deviantart), in order to satiate my infatuation with it LOL.
AoT satisfied my need for community at the time. i discovered fanfiction (i can’t tell if that’s a good thing though), a love for creating and writing, and it also let me in on empathy. stepping into the shoes of another person, even of that person isn’t… real. hm.
but, essentially, i learned from fiction, if that makes sense.
in my current english courses, we talk a lot about rhetoric and what makes something meaningful/valuable. i mentioned how i like (and have always liked) to draw meaning from shows/songs/books/ideas that, on the surface, just look like entertainment.
i was met with a lot of agreement. i explained that much of what i watched and enjoyed as a kid was meaningful to me because i could picture myself there. i felt involved. i learned a little about belonging/community, about different forms of intelligence, about art, and making a difference, etc… when i couldn’t learn about it elsewhere. and because i didn’t have family to guide me much at all for several years, i utilized a lot of media to give myself (my time, life…) a little bit of importance and meaning.
it’s a bit sad to see myself back then looking for a community within a show. i could’ve really used some friends and guidance and maybe a few more years before i watched people dramatically lose limbs on TV. but it’s what i was working with and i think that’s okay. even if it involved naked giants and lots of death
anyway, just thought i’d put it out there. someone might relate 👍