[It's time for another Monthly Musing -- the monthly community blog theme that provides readers with a chance to get their articles and discussions printed on the frontpage. -- CTZ]
It starts with a childhood promise I made to myself many years ago: I would never give up living in the world of Pokémon. This was my world; mine alone and mine to stay.
Such is the curious mind of the child. They can immerse themselves in any world they please, and believe in the most wondrous of things. Its fascinating, how in years that have passed I’ve been able to transport myself into all sorts of magical places and situations, whereas now, the responsibilities of being an adult are burden enough to prevent me from having such a free ability. In a way, I feel it’s a quite a saddening rite of passage in its inevitability, but retrospectively, I’d never fight it away, since the journey into adulthood brings some of the greatest experiences in life a person can ever have.If that ten-year-old version of me found out what I’d become today however, there would be no telling how pissed off he would be. And that is why I write this piece today; to travel back and once again see the world from the perspective of the child me, discovering the reasons as to why one world in particular held my childhood attention and shaped the character I was as a kid. As the old narrator of the animé would say, the world of Pokémon.
In Pokémon, it can be responsible for the entire ruination of your world. Mental blocks are firmly in place, stopping me from looking at the butchered Hall of Fame record that happens when you cheat, and I won’t turn on my copy of Silver anymore since I’ve been afflicted by the primitive clock which breaks the game after a number of years. For the latter, ignorance is bliss. I can still imagine my Totodile alive and kicking today. The rest however, shows me that the virtual world can cause as much pain as it does joy. It astounds me.