When I first got into anime, I read about as much manga as I did the cartoon versions. Back then I was a horny teenager who grabbed everything that looked like it might have cartoon ladies falling over a male character with their clothes hopefully not coming along for the ride. For some reason the shitty harem mangas I read turned me off reading manga for quite a long time, but the shitty fanservice harem anime I watched just happily morphed into actual good anime. I’d imagine I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t transition pretty quickly away from Negima and Futakoi to Full Metal Alchemist and Death Note. Manga didn’t make that transition and so I stopped reading them. At least until this year.
I got into manga because I of the fake charts I make. Doing research on the manga that didn’t have anime adaptations got me really interested in each respective manga and I wanted to try a few of them out. I could have started with a manga I didn’t like and the whole thing would have gone down the drain faster than my very brief attempt to get into visual novels (although that brief experiment was killed faster by fans of visual novels saying things like “no you don’t understand you have to expect that shitty go nowhere overly explanatory writing where nothing happens for 6 hours”). The manga I chose to start with was Parasyte.
I fucking loved Parasyte. I cried at Parasyte. A horror manga with dick hands and I cried at it. 8 chapters worth of build up and development to demonstrate a character still being in touch with their humanity and it made me break down. I loved the whole manga to be fair, but that specific moment is what has probably helped me continue reading manga ever since. It has changed my habits. I am now a manga fan. Thanks Parasyte. Thanks Dickhands.