Yeah, I got sucked back into it.
It seems like every time I turned around that people were on about it. Someone pointed out that the Detective Pikachu movie might have had something to do with it. I do still want to see the, actually.
See, I was grounded from Pokemon Go, after the Squirtle bus “incident.”
This would be the incident where I was trying to catch a Squirtle during my evening commute, and may have yelled, “Get in the ball, you penis-headed little mother fucker!”
Have I mentioned the impulse control issues? I feel like those might have come up before.
So, I re-downloaded the game, and realized that the neighborhood in which I work is a fucking Poke-stop gold mine. There are so many!!!!
Which is good, because I am not awesome at the game.
I’m ok. But my friend Rose was much, much better. Holy shit, she could throw curveballs like no one’s business.
So, I walk to and from the bus stop. And I take my mid-morning walk. And I hit as many Poke-stops as I can. And it gets me out of the office and lets me decompress a little before I have to tell someone no, put in a rush job requisition or any of the other bazillionty things I do in a day.
Man, what’s it like to have a job that adheres to a job description? Someone needs to tell me, because I have no idea.
So, yeah, I’ve been merrily catching a lot of Pokemon that are new to me, because it had been a couple of years.
I still don’t fight them, because someone I knew posted an essay about the parallels between racism and slavery and Pokemon, and it made me sad. So I just capture them and try to make them happy.
I KNOW they’re just pixels. But seriously… I have strong. feelings about making things/beings who can’t consent, meaningfully or otherwise, fight. Professional fighters, that is a choice they make. Pro wrestlers, also a choice. Dog-fighting, not a choice. Bumfights, also not really a choice, and fuck those guys.
So, yeah, it gets me up out of my desk. It gets me out into the *shudder* sunshine.
Right now I think my favorite critters are still the Zubats and their upper evolutions. Although, I gotta say Zigzagoons and Poochyenas are pretty close.
Someday I will reach this beautiful dream I have of having migraines less than half the time.
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