“In less than a week, I’ll go back to a world I belong in.” That thought popped into my head late at night as I anxiously fretted about people, the world, and how I fit in (or don’t) with either of them. I was startled by how true of a statement it was.
In the Pokémon world, you play a protagonist who is eager, kind, and always willing to help. These traits are not rare in the Pokémon world – in fact there seem to be more outwardly kind people than apathetic ones, and certainly there are few legitimate bad people. Despite how common they are, acts of service and kindness never go unnoticed or unappreciated.
In the Pokémon world, ideas like companionship, friendship, and togetherness are built into the fabric of society. You can walk up to anyone and ask how their day is going. Every public park is full of people willing to engage in a social and physical exercise that will improve each other’s qualities as a trainer.
In the Pokémon world, there are no sarcastic social media posts about wasting energy helping others. No one admonishes you for being too open, or implores you to keep your guard up. The only ones pushing cynical views are those who are clearly bad guys. Cynicism itself is as much an enemy in the Pokémon world as the various gangs and organizations trying to steal Pokémon for their own ends.
In the Pokémon world, you can be as obsessive as you like. No one would bat an eye, if you said you absolutely had to catch every Pokémon in a patch of grass before you could move on to the next town. No one would mock you or roll their eyes if you were really hyped up about the stats of one particular Pokémon you just fully trained.
On the flip side – you can go through the game with one Pokémon and not catch very many. That’s just as valid a strategy. You don’t even have to care about stats, or know how to influence/change them.
The Pokémon world is a place where everyone can be themselves and not only succeed, but be welcomed and treated with warmth and acceptance. It’s a place where even a weird obsessive nerd who’s only social skill is to be kind and polite can still thrive.
I can’t wait to go back!
Once a week (sometimes twice) I type a miniature essay on Facebook and as my finger hovers over the submit button I think, “No one will bother to read this.” So I make a bunch of edits and think, “Even less people will read this now.” And then I discard the draft and move on with my life.
Some time earlier in the week I had the following line of thinking: “Those thoughts and ideas still need to get out … and it would be nice to have a way to revisit them … I’m not particularly ashamed of my thoughts, just my overwrought way of talking/writing. Well, why not start a blog? They’re made for overwrought ways of expressing yourself!” So. Here we are.
I don’t particularly think anyone would actually read any of this. And that’s okay, I think. The truth is as open as I am in my day to day life I usually censor myself over an abundance of consideration for people’s time. And interest. And sanity. So even outside of Facebook there’s so much that goes unsaid.
Anyway, to sum up: Welcome to my Blog! I’ll be dumping my brain here. Read it or don’t read it.