The internet has this crazy way of concealing itself as popular opinion. I’ve been duped into thinking I’m some sort of weirdo when it comes to Pokémon.
It’s a feeling I’ve had for a long time now, this notion that I don’t care ‘enough’ about these pocket monsters. Am I a fairweather fan, showing up every couple of years for the launch of Pokémon games with a Ghastly shirt and a replica Ash Ketchum hat? When I say I love the Pokémon games am I…am I full of shit?
Probably not. It took way too long to realize, but I think this fascination with breeding and Generation favouritism is discussed upon a vocal minority. Turns out, I don’t need to be ashamed of not knowing any Pokémon names beyond the original 151. Or was it 152? Bah, who cares, I’m free of the shackles that held me as a ‘lesser’ fan!
I’ve never been one to carefully weigh my starter Pokémon options. It wasn’t about future movesets, or final evolutions, I always went with the cutest. That criteria went into building my party as well. I may not stand a chance in any tournaments, but an army of Psyducks has its appeal.
I wasn’t always this way. I was pretty heavy into Blue when it came out, hyped on issues of Nintendo Power that made it clear that Pokémon was a big deal. I watched the
cartoon show anime, bought ugly keychains that I doubt were licensed, and bought this sweet starter set for the trading card game. I even engaged in local tournaments, which is where I think my deviation began. These other dudes were using super ugly creatures, and wiping the floor with my assortment of cutie pies.
So while I continue to buy Pokémon games, I don’t think I’ll ever dip my toes into that more hardcore pool. I may never catch ’em all, but I’ll cherish those that I do.