I'm a fox-loving, unmotivated, tree-hugging League of Legends addict. But this here isn't the place to discuss the intimate wonders of League, so instead I'll give you some insight on the weeb side of my personality that I keep crumpled up, stuffed in a bottle, and placed on a shelf in the dark corner of my soul.
I didn't grow up with anime. I never really watched it on my own until the beginning of my sophomore year in high school. I loved it enough at least to say that I would not be the same person today without it. It sparked my interest in Asia which opened the door for me to become an exchange student in Japan for a year. Yes, the anime central where the fantasy world of goggly bug-eyed girls unite with tangible reality! Just kidding, it was great but it was nothing like that. Actually, ironic as it sounds, living in Japan kind of killed my anime hype a bit, my "otaku" spirit if you will. It saddens me to say that I actually don't watch anime at all anymore, but I hope to pick up a few unfinished shows at some point in my life. Maybe one day I will revive this lost interest of mine, but for now I consider myself a retired anime enthusiast.
And that's me. Well, rather a very small portion of me that I keep in a bottle on a shelf in the corner of my soul.