Those darn kids that never got over pokemon.
They'll deny it, scoff it, even pretend they never heard of it. But deep in the safety of their own rooms, two inch thick "bibles" hide under their bed. Ok maybe just my bed.
Here's the thing folks. I'm slightly obsessed with Pokemon. I thought I was the only one who struggled with this problem for a lot of years. But as time went on, other people slowly came out to me. Yes, even girls (You know who you are).
Cutting the crap, I will continue to love pokemon for as long as my body decides to live. I own the first season on DVD and watch it on a regular basis. Ash is my hero. I literally know every pokemon's name. Every pokemon video game belongs to me. It's slightly embarassing. But it's just too fun to let by.
It all started in Kindergarten. Back seat of my trooper with friend from birth Jantzen Adams. He gave me my first pokemon cards *sniff* What a day. For so many years Jantzen and I would secretly play pokemon on weekends when other Junior High Kids were doing much cooler things. Like drugs probably.
"I want to be, the very best, like no one ever was. To catch them is my real test, to train them is my cause. I will travel, cross the land. Searching far and wide. Each pokemon to understand, the power that's inside."
Well I won't bore you any longer with those random themesonglyricsoffthetopofmyhead. . .
Sometimes, I dream that Pokemon are real, and that my life goal is to raise them and occasionally snuggle with a pikachu or two. Those are the best dreams.
Really though, it's just fun to feel like a little rascal all the time.
Please, if you are struggling with this, and need a pokemon marathon, or just someone to battle with, call me up (Please no hate phone calls though).
Well, now that I am the world's biggest nerd, I guess I'll go die now.
ps. Black and White version coming this Sunday
pps. I can't pick a favorite but if I have to it would be Charmander.
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