So I was just editing the SU Pack when I suddenly remembered that I had made two deviantArt accounts
before. Not one, but two accounts. The first one being 4 years old and the second one 2 years old. Thankfully, I had remembered the usernames of these accounts. So here I am looking up my old accounts, and what do I see? Cringe-worthy, disgusting, embarrassing posts from 12 year old me. You can say I had the Eighth-Grader Syndrome
. Let me explain it this way. People with Eight-Grader Syndrome seem to think that they are different from the others. They might have one or more of these characteristics:
- They pretend like they have a special power (like from a television series).
- They think that they have above-average intelligence and that other people are intellectually inferior.
- Is addicted to at least one fandom to the point that it becomes their world.
Let me tell you my experience with the Eighth-Grader Syndrome or Chunibyou
. So 12-year-old me was very addicted to anime. Not interested, but addicted. I even used some Japanese words and phrases in everyday circumstances. Instead of saying good morning to my classmates, I said "Ohaiyo!" or "Osu!". I posted anime-related things on my Facebook almost every hour of everyday, used Japanese words in my statuses and was overall a generic weeaboo. Don't get me wrong, I still love anime to this day. It's a part of my daily routine. But when I was 12, I was too addicted that anime influenced my personality and mindset. My drawings were sort of cringe-worthy as well, half-completed heads with eyes not even looking at the same direction with bad camera quality.
But hey, everybody gets some sort of Chuunibyou
in their lives. Its normal. People might call it the "Random Stage" (as Danisnotonfire coined the term in one of his videos
). 6th to 8th grade is when you're experimenting with likes, dislikes and trying to test out where you "fit". It's an embarrassing, grotesque part of life that we should all tolerate. In the end, we all laugh at the memories of our own individual Chuunibyous.
The past beats inside me like a second heart.― John Banville, The Sea