With each episode’s end, I was hit with a surge of emotions. They weren’t exactly directed towards the show per se. More so towards myself. The show constantly reminded me of my childhood. In a way, the show took me on a nostalgia trip. The characters just felt so ‘real’. The conflicts felt real. Character motivations felt real. Even the events themselves. Nothing felt forced or ‘for the plot’.
Usually, I’m not one to watch completely down to earth shows. Most of the shows I enjoy usually have a hook to them. Take After the rain’s portrayal of dreams and reality or Hibike’s dive into perfectionism. I always have a knack for a bit of drama or an underlying conflict. Usagi however, did not have such a big hook in it. Yes, it did have quite a several conflicts, but they were more episodic than grandiose. Even then, I loved watching the show. Throughout runtime it made me think about my childhood a bit more. Even though my family always reminds me of it, for better or worse, I haven’t really put any effort by my own accord to delve into my past.
When I was a kid. I used to be one tough nut. If the accounts of my family members are to be believed, which I sure do, I was arrogant through and through. So, they had a pretty hard time dealing with me. The scar that goes right through the centre of my right eyebrow is enough proof in and of itself. If anyone compared my lifestyle and attitudes now to my younger, cockier me, they’d certainly conclude that we’re distinctly two people. This is why I found that I related a lot to Daikichi. Even though, the age gap I share with Daikichi is much much higher than that of Rin. This is also why I don’t go into my past often. It’s like looking at a different me. A me, that I’m not sure I know even. So, everything just feels foreign. Memory sure is an enigma. When a few go missing here and there but older more prevalent one’s don’t. Understanding how you came to be the person you are today turns into an absolute detective show.