so this is going to be kind of sappy and some of you might think it's sad but whatever you guys bitch about everything anyway
when i was a kid i was bullied hardcore for being a fucktard. being homeschooled until 4th or 5th grade fucked my social skills. my parents were also really really controlling and strict, mom is a textbook narcissist.
>bullied all day
>get to come home and get lost in pokemon yellow
>mom is chill in kanto
>travel the world with no adults or school or chores
>bullies get thundershocked, pikachu likes me for who i am
it was a world i could fall into and get lost. it got even moreso during middle school and gsc era. id spend hours a day in my room hiding from life
ive played every gen since then. through moving out, bankrupting my life, losing my dad, I've always been able to come home, breathe, and play a few hours of pokemon.
last year on my birthday it was heavy.
>turning 30
>thinking about mortality
>sullen and depressed
>tired of being alive
>will to live dwindling
>replaying X to take my mind off life
>walk into pokemon center
>greeted by nurse joy
>thanks me for always visiting the pokemon center, for all the good times, and hopes i will continue to visit again for many years to come
>cry
pokemon is just a game. i know. but its always been there when i needed it.
and nurse joy will always be the first one who wished me a happy birthday when i turned 30, and reminded me that my life hasnt been all shit.
thats what i like about pokemon.
