/soy/ - Soyjaks

You will never be a real Japanese. You have no Japanese ancestors, you have no family shrine, you have no Japanese genetics. You are an Anglo man twisted by anime and weeb culture into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.

All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back Japanese people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your gaijin appearance behind closed doors.

Japanese boomers are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed real Japanese men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even Asians who “pass” as Japanese look uncanny and unnatural to a real Japanese. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk Japanese girl to talk to you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second she hears a peep of your cringe, Americanized accent.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning in Tokyo and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, you live in anime now, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss, there is no Isekai, other world you have hopes for in the next life, there is no next life. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a weeb gaijin is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably Anglo.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.