This is me. Literally me. No other pokemon can come close to relating to me like this. There is no way you can convince me this is not me. This pokemon could not possibly be anymore me. It’s me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me on the topic of this not possibly being me, then I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that this pokemon is me. This pokemon is me, it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that this pokemon is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and this pokemon side by side, you’d see no difference. I can safely look at this pokemon every day and say “Yup, that’s me”. I can practically see this pokemon every time I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside and people stop me to comment how similar I look and act to this pokemon. I chuckle softly as I’m assured everyday this pokemon is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed every morning knowing that I’ve found my identity with this pokemon and I know my place in this world. It’s really quite funny how similar this pokemon is to me, it’s almost like we’re identical twins. When I first saw this pokemon, I had an existential crisis. What if this pokemon was the real me and I was the fictional being. What if this pokemon actual became aware of my existence? Did this pokemon have the ability to become self aware itself?
