I miss Pokemon

Now that my blogging tools have stopped translating everything I say into Hindustani, I can maybe make the point I originally came on here to do.

I've been hanging out on the Rumours board of Imnotokay.net - like I normally do. Every time I go on there it seems like someone else is going to bite my head off for simply not agreeing with them.

But because I'm so full of myself and cannot possibly keep my opinions to myself (hence this blog, too) I keep on logging on and posting my opinions, which are generally contrary to what most other people seem to be saying. Then, because I refuse to back down OR walk away, we get into a heated argument about people we have never met and will never fully understand.

Silly, isn't it?

I miss Pokemon. Just the sight of it on some Myspace video was enough to get me all nostalgic. Took my right back to primary school afternoons at Sarah's house, playing the Pokemon board game and watching the episodes, feeling vastly superior that I was now 10, now able to leave to train Pokemon and travel the world and live an unending, uncomplicated existance.

There's something so very reassuring about watching children's TV. Good children's TV, that is. There are good guys and bad guys, but the good is always seperate from the evil and evil goes home with its arse kicked.

This never happens in real life. Ok, so there are some people out there who are good old-fashioned pure, seething evil. But how many "good" people have "bad" tendencies? And how many "bad" people are actually pretty "good"?

It's like the man said - good and bad are just names for actions that people do. You can say "oh, that's a good thing that person did" or "oh, that's a bad thing that person did" but if you're looking for the truth (and are overly obsessed with details and uber-realism like myself) you can never clearly make judgements like that about people ever again.

I think this has been one of the major discoveries for me while growing up. One that Pokemon and Digimon, Max Steel and all the other (boys') shows I used to watched didn't really help at all.

Which brings us to the greatest dilemma of all: truth or pleasent fiction?

And when it's all theoretical anyway, is it even worth the waste of brain power on this question?