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I can honestly say that I've been asked a million times why I play Pokemon. And I normally just shrug and say "It's a hobby.", but that's a lie. Because when I'm in Pokemon, I'm at home. From the flames of Wela Volcano to the icy mountains of Lanakila, anywhere I venture, is a place I love and know. My entire life people preach that I could be anything that I wanted to be. But when I told them I wanted to be the trainer of a team, a Pokemon team, THE Pokemon team that saves humanity. That I wanted to be the Galar Champion, they told me I need to get a grip on reality. And to them to them a grip on a reality means the American dream, working nine to five crammed up in a tiny cubicle having two-point-five kids, a two story suburban house and a white picket fence. I divorce once, and I'd have debt into my early thirties because I took some bullshit university degree that's suppose to help me in the end.
This isn't reality, this is just a dull outlook on it. Now I understand it's human nature to achieve greatness, but I can do this as the Galar Champion, I don't need a degree. And if I want to go on an adventure I don't ever have to leave the comfort of my home. Yet, people spend an entire salary to travel and I can't help but laugh. I've single-handedly stopped the reign of Team Flare from destroying Kalos, but before I could do that do I had to:
Move to Kalos. Become a master in Pokemon, Catching, Trading, Battling, Strategy, Training, Moves and Breeding!
Not to mention I had to sit down and listen to these kids named Calem, Shauna, Trevor and Tierno before I could even START my Pokemon journey. I've always enjoyed an adventure, but I hated pawning my limbs to afford an eighteen-hour car ride.
