Another Monday, another week. I hope it’s the start of a wonderful week for everyone out there!
There have been a couple of posts on this blog fairly recently about playing games solo, group games and, especially, Pokemon Go. Most have been about feelings of nostalgia and, in regards to Pokemon Go, indifference.
Pokemon Go itself is still sweeping through the world, despite the slow servers and glitches that have upset those who are more… shall we say, into the game than I am. For example, there’s a glitch that changes caught Pokemon into different species. Not the worst thing to happen if your Caterpie turns into a Charizard, but a Blastoise that changes into a Rattata? Yeah, I’d be annoyed too.
Despite the cons, Pokemon Go still seems formidable in the mobile games market. It’s praised mostly for the social aspect. People are sharing all sorts of feel-good stories about meeting new friends, about exercising more, about exploring their neighborhood (and the world) more thanks to Pokemon Go.
Rachel and I have been feeling a bit lukewarm regarding the game, but we’ve recently realized that maybe it’s because we’re playing it wrong. We got the basic mechanics down, of course — swiping up to flick a pokeball toward a Pokemon and hoping your aim is true is pretty simple to understand. Yet, we haven’t had the chance to really go out and find other Pokemon fans nearby, and that seems to be what the true magic of this game is.
Our neighborhood is sleepy. We’re a couple of the extremely few young adults in the area while the rest of the block is dominated with elderly couples and some young families just starting out. Granted, our neighbors are awesome, but we’re the minority when it comes to our age bracket. Our town is wonderful, but there aren’t too many places where we can just walk and hang out.
Over the weekend I was at a bachelorette party in a much bigger city, a place I don’t visit very often because there’s no real need (and, I’ll be honest, because of my lack of sense of direction). During a few minutes of downtime while waiting for our dinner reservations, I curiously checked my Pokemon Go at and was astonished at all the Pokestops and dropped lures on the crowded streets. The aching feeling that comes with wanting to explore the world, much like whenever I started a new Pokemon game as a kid, smacked me in the gut, and I just wished that Rachel had been with me to enjoy the feeling.
Maybe one day soon, when work and weddings and adult stuff, Rachel and I can properly be kids (while playing safely, of course) for a little while further from our neighborhood.