It’s been a good two weeks since Pokémon Go finally broke into the Philippines. I don’t know about you, but at level 22 and with an army of Pidgey and Rattata, I still feel pretty chill about the whole thing. I’ve ruled several gyms, hatched a bunch of Eevee (have evolved two of them into Flareon and Jolteon), and have a Slowbro at the top of my favorites list, but I am nowhere close to calling myself a hardcore Pokémon Master.
Well, maybe just a tiny bit.
It is, of course, the follow up to my childhood. And not to say that I feel like a kid again (I don’t think I’ve grown out of it), I think that Pokémon Go was the answer to my lazy days and lack of commitment to getting out there for the sake of my health. It’s been a while since I stepped out of the house on my own volition to experience the outside world. Hell, I scoured the muddy parking lot of 19East for an itty bitty Poliwag the day it launched. The only downside of the game is definitely the numerous accidents heard on the news—but that ain’t the game’s fault. It’s all you reckless children who don’t look out for incoming vehicles and downhill slopes.
So, my fellow ~*millennials*~ if you go out there to play this godsend, please do so with care. Otherwise, your parents will continue to see you as that child who throws tantrums at the grocery and still can’t set their own doctor’s appointments.