Cherry Magic in The Stuff That's Not Interesting But Is The Most Interesting Stuff I'll Write

Weird Thanksgiving, quite messy, but lots of fun. It was difficult being around so many people, and while I did have the usual wishing I was more social, I finally found myself just accepting it in the moment. It’s fine that I’m not everyone’s friend or that I’m not part of conversations because honestly my brain can’t handle that amount of interaction anymore.

So I went home and enjoyed what has become my new favorite tv show at the moment. It’s a Japanese show that is referred to outside of Japan as Cherry Magic. When it first started, I was very skeptical because it has the most ridiculous premise I’ve ever heard of - a man who is a still a virgin on his thirtieth birthday wakes up with the ability to read people’s minds when he touches them - however, it is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen. (The full Japanese title is “30 Years of Virginity Can Make You A Wizard?!”, which tells you how kind of ridiculous it is). It’s adapted from a manga and it definitely has the style and feel of a live action anime… the way the characters just appear with their expressions remind me of that style.

I think I just like things simple right now. The world is too complicated and full of betrayal, secrets and idiocy. I just want to sit back and laugh at the main character burst out laughing because he hears someone write a spontaneous love poem about him in their head.

I was in a forum where someone asked what the title meant, and as I was reading the explanation, I realized how implicitly vulgar that is. I lost my virginity so long ago that I don’t really remember too much about it. I wouldn’t say that I wasn’t ready to lose my virginity, but the day I did, I definitely didn’t think that was on the agenda for the day.

Maybe there’s something to trying to find the magic that used to make your sex life fascinating. Fucking whomever crosses your path doesn’t really create any sort of tension. There used to be an anxiety, a level of importance about sex that has seemed to be washed away. Maybe it’s because we’ve all been locked up in quarantine for the better part of 2020. The last time I actually had sex, I awoke to find a guy riding me in a stranger’s living room. Not really magical, although I did feel like I’d drank some kind of poisonous potion.