“You just want to walk the dogs because there are fucking PokeMAN out there!” - Jamie
Hate (or love) away. I have done it. I have joined the Pokemon Go community.
Earlier last week I downloaded the app, after much coaxing from my peers, friends, and randoms, and was immediately hooked. I found myself wandering the downtown streets of Nashville flicking Pokeballs are imaginary creatures along my route; more than likely looking like a friggin’ moron to any passerby. Scratch that, I know I looked like a friggin’ moron. I didn’t care. For whatever reason, I needed to ‘catch em all’ and become a Poke-master.
Over the next few days, all routines became consumed with opening my phone and finding Pokemon. See pics below. The market? Caught em. Gas station? Caught em. My neighborhood? Caught em. Random places I am driving or walking too? Caught em. I am that guy staring in bewilderment looking at my phone and walking into things. Help.
To be clear, I have no history with Pokemon. I did not watch it and only bought one pack of cards as a kid with my friends. I didn’t understand what the hell they were and lost interest immediately. But now, since it is on my phone and I check my phone 1,000 times a day, why not play.
Having played for over a week now, it is losing its luster, and I found myself walking our dogs this morning without bringing my phone to enjoy the simple act of walking. I would consider myself a beginner or hobbyist to the game at best. I saw people out this morning in fights after checking in at different Poke-stops over an unfair trade. I don’t know if I want to get that deep into it and become the Walter White of an imaginary game.
Still, GO TEAM INSTINCT!