Alleged Reality Interlude: Pokemon Go
Aug. 6th, 2017 09:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xyzzysqrlLately I've been making an effort to get out and walk every morning I can stand to. Not far, a half-mile around the block or whatever. (How big is a "block" supposed to be anyway?) This is for my health and heart and to offset the fact that I am normally an immobile lump.
Also it's because I want to play more Pokemon Go.
So I'm walking and happen by the little cafe down at the end of the block, which ALSO has a Pokemon gym in it. It's pretty busy for the hour (9 am Sunday? Maybe the hour isn't that weird). Lot of people talking about their babies and handling strollers, bunch of housewives chatting loudly about something to do with teenage sons. I'm not good with people but I want to check out what's at the gym, so I sit for a second on a bench nearby and pull my phone out of my pocket.
If I were better with people, maybe it wouldn't have registered, but I'm acutely aware of all activity around me due to an excess of middle school bullying. So I'm suddenly and intensely aware that while the Baby Cluster is carrying on about babies and baby and baby baby baby baby, the Housewife Cluster just went DEAD. SILENT. A glance in the reflective cafe frontglass shows that they're ALL looking my way and one of them has just faux-casually flipped her purse open.
I do not pull up Pokemon Go. I open Telegram and send a few "I am doing an inconspicuous boring thing!" messages to people on my contact list. I put the phone away and sit for a few moments more. Then I carefully get up and leave.
Behind me, when I dare peek, every one of those ladies has a phone out.
So I start to feel, like... okay. Maybe I did okay there. Maybe I just dodged a gym leadership duel I am ILL PREPARED FOR at my low level with Melinda Marlboro and her gang of thug moms.
Then I glance at my shadow and realize while I was sitting there, sweat and the breeze managed to tease my hair up into a giant Super Saiyen Level 9000 Fucking Anime Dork Dumbass hairstyle.
So maybe it was just that and the phone thing was a coincidence.
I don't know. I kind of want to hide under my desk in case Team ThugMom kicks my door down and steals my Jolteon.
Also it's because I want to play more Pokemon Go.
So I'm walking and happen by the little cafe down at the end of the block, which ALSO has a Pokemon gym in it. It's pretty busy for the hour (9 am Sunday? Maybe the hour isn't that weird). Lot of people talking about their babies and handling strollers, bunch of housewives chatting loudly about something to do with teenage sons. I'm not good with people but I want to check out what's at the gym, so I sit for a second on a bench nearby and pull my phone out of my pocket.
If I were better with people, maybe it wouldn't have registered, but I'm acutely aware of all activity around me due to an excess of middle school bullying. So I'm suddenly and intensely aware that while the Baby Cluster is carrying on about babies and baby and baby baby baby baby, the Housewife Cluster just went DEAD. SILENT. A glance in the reflective cafe frontglass shows that they're ALL looking my way and one of them has just faux-casually flipped her purse open.
I do not pull up Pokemon Go. I open Telegram and send a few "I am doing an inconspicuous boring thing!" messages to people on my contact list. I put the phone away and sit for a few moments more. Then I carefully get up and leave.
Behind me, when I dare peek, every one of those ladies has a phone out.
So I start to feel, like... okay. Maybe I did okay there. Maybe I just dodged a gym leadership duel I am ILL PREPARED FOR at my low level with Melinda Marlboro and her gang of thug moms.
Then I glance at my shadow and realize while I was sitting there, sweat and the breeze managed to tease my hair up into a giant Super Saiyen Level 9000 Fucking Anime Dork Dumbass hairstyle.
So maybe it was just that and the phone thing was a coincidence.
I don't know. I kind of want to hide under my desk in case Team ThugMom kicks my door down and steals my Jolteon.
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Date: 2017-08-06 01:27 pm (UTC)Too bad it wasn't a Lugia raid or something. (I have been in the right position to attempt one of those when it was actually happening at the same time I was actually in the area and everything lined up like that exactly once. There was one other trainer there. This is a raid with a recommended group size of 20 and we attempted it with TWO. Obviously it was literally mathematically impossible but I'd never raided before and just wanted to try it for funsies.)