#its still so massively massively weird to be so blatantly and rudily confronted

[empressofmankind]

Indirectly, this post is about how we mis-remember things from our childhood, simply because we remember a child's impression. You'll have to bear with me for a little, though.

I started a re-watch of the One Piece anime after... I don't know, two decades? I last watched it in my tweens, or something. It was hard to come by. My dad downloaded it bit by bit for me because dial-up and I had to watch it on his PC. It was that long ago.

The reason for the rewatch is this post that I made earlier, regarding Netflix' month-long spamming me until I caved to watching the live action, early last week.

You see, the live action be all:

...and Netflix wasn't wrong, in that post I made earlier. It was objectively funny, because it felt so painfully true, which is why I made the post. They just went and dunked a sizable chunk of my childhood into a can of sexy sauce and called it a day. Its short of a miracle that it worked (for me, personally), because it usually doesn't (for me, personally). Famously: Euron Greyjoy in the series. I want to forget that exists.

And I am not even mad at Netflix, because everyone who's been here longer than this week knows this is my type. Psychotic delusions of grandeur and questionable clothing choices included.

I did, however, feel that sort of slightly self-righteous huff of (you may imagine an old-timey tone here, if you like): 'but that is not the canon, I remember clearly how it was~~'

And so, I started rewatching the anime.

Me, re-watching this in the year of our lord 2023 while it's still airing new gdamn episodes like the digital clap, faux-complaining as one does: 'life was so much easier being ten, and the cartoon clown just being funny and stupid, and not a sexy disaster boyfriend'

The cartoon clown:

Me: ...shit.

So, anyway. My whole life is a lie now, and I thought you should know.