>loved Mew as a kid because it was the “objectively best Pokémon” (could fly, had psychic powers, was a cat, could become every other Pokémon, could learn every move, etc etc)
>asked my parents for a plushie of it to sleep with when I got scared, made drawings of it when I was bored, made an OC out of its shiny version, etc etc- got really into it
>at one point even traded away my legitimate Steven’s Metagross for an obviously hacked shiny Mew with pokerus (didn’t even have the regional tag), but I didn’t care and loved it anyways because it was a Mew
>aunt saw this and gave me her old promo Mew cards from the first generation. Cue little me’s confusion when I saw that they didn’t evolve into Mewtwo
>as time went on love started to wane. Began appreciating other Pokémon for reasons others than “they’re the best” ones- thought Mightyena and Blaziken were cool and they helped me in battle, thought Dragalge was really pretty because it was an elegant dragon and had “the cool type of pink flower” (direct quote) on it, etc
>present day: Mew isn’t even in my top 100, rip
I still respect it greatly- it’s probably the most versatile Pokémon you could ever want and it’s contained in a very cute little package (with an extremely well-executed design to boot), but it suffers from being very bland and extremely hard to get under any legitimate circumstance
I really do wonder how I managed to like Mew for so long though. It’s a fucking pink cat, my edgy ass should’ve been all over rejecting it. And yet the six year old girl whose favorite color was black and whose favorite animal was the fucking vampire bat would unashamedly tell people “yeah my favorite Pokémon’s the pink kitten that makes bubbles”. How.
