This is just sad. I mean, I watched this thing only 13 months ago and even still I can only remember a couple of details. There’s a kid who wants to fuck his robot teacher or something. At one point I believe that they move in together and everyone is kinda okay with it…
Did this show get kinda heart wrenching at a certain point? I think I was actually somewhat invested in this nonsense.
I have a confession to make… it’s taken me a while to work up the courage to admit this, but here it goes:
I suffer from Stockholm Syndrome.
There, I said it. It feels so good to get that off my chest… phew.
I’ve seen Glasslip in its entirety twice, and what’s more is that I actually thought that I enjoyed it. I remember watching it, nodding my head periodically and thinking to myself, “Hey, I enjoy this!”
And what do I have to show for both of these viewings?
Nothing. Fucking nil.
If I really try my best to dig up every last detail, I can recall some vague memories of a bunch of autistic children going hiking… one of them is sickly and reads books. One of them can like, maybe see the future when she looks at glass beads? Or is it just one particular bead? Does one of them dress up like girls? Wait, fuck that’s Anohana…
What is the fucking point of Glasslip? No seriously, not even in like a “Hurr durr, there ain’t no plot!” kind of way, but I mean what is the purpose in watching Glasslip once, let alone TWICE?! What did I feel when watching it? I honestly cannot recall for the fucking life of me.