I just finished a walk. The vac started to feel heavy and I was out for around half an hour.

In case the Other stops by and we walk around, I wanted to take a break. I can also walk later, and if there are concerns that I’m moving too much, they could take away the privilege.

So… big brain thought time.
This is a fresh one. Stick with me.

In the game, Pokémon’s economy is clearly capitalism. I think there are jobs, currencies, and healthcare pay. “Catch them all” is absolutely a consumerism tag. What you have is never enough.

Team Rocket is Big Pharma, the unseen hand, or a dark branch of the government. We know that they perform potentially illegal experiments – hence MewTwo.

Pokemon are companions and pets, like Pikachu, but can also be traded. They can fight each other voluntarily or involuntarily, urged by their “trainers.” If it wasn’t a kid’s show… and I’m certain there are tons of fan fics about this — about what happens during and after the battles. I’d imagine that, in real life, an Enti would burn any grass to a crisp. A Pidgeot could kill a Charizard with a well-timed wind burst at the tail. (On that note, if the Charizard dies when the flame goes out and Charizard is flying, how does it stay alive?)

It glosses over the possibility of illegal fights, and since Pokémon are consumable items bred for specific traits, that could lead to the grocery store. How much would a lean pound of Tauros go for? Would a Fearow egg be worth more than a Togekiss?

Anyway… some time has passed. We’re in the evening now, and it’s just after 530.

Getting back on track.

In Pokémon, a young trainer is given a Pokédex, a freebie pet, and some crappy balls. And, more importantly, a mission that they’re told that ONLY they can successfully fulfill.

The Pokédex gives them a sense of substance and importance. The Pokémon is the emotional connection – the hook. The Poké Balls are the method – the way to complete the mission.

But what’s funny is that the trainer doesn’t know why — out of all the previous generations — why he is the only one who can finish and “catch them all.” His elders, parents, peers, and wise men failed. They were alive, healthy, and, apparently, prosperous. Money isn’t thought of but simply assumed. The trainer just assumes that the adults have it figured out, somehow.

So – if this is true – why are the red pokeballs produced when there are insanely better versions? Why can only the newbie ‘catch them all,’ and to what purpose? Since Pokémon can be bred, slaughtered, and genetically manipulated — or, at the very least, mated with a Ditto — how can there possibly be ‘rare’ ones?

I think, at the heart, it’s not about the Pokémon, education, or ‘understanding.’ But it’s an intense manipulation that society mimics

The Pokédex and starter balls are like buying a Gillette razor. The starter pack comes with a low tier – like a Mach 3 blade. The trainer’s starter balls are horrible.

But there are ultra and master balls. For blades, there’s Mach 5 and SkinGuard.

The starting batch could be free or heavily discounted.

The person, full of self-importance, bravery, and a sense of unique singularity, is encouraged by propaganda and by elders.

Off we go, full of purpose, each win important – never questioning the whys or the hows.

The person’s entire life is dedicated to feeding the machine – to buying the worst balls and razors, but hoping for the best. That the best Pokémon would be caught with the worst ball and the razor blade would somehow mean that success is just a shave away.

To start, it’s not the balls or blades to blame for failure, but the person’s lack of confidence, experience, or just plain bad luck.

So, they try, try, try, Fail. Fail. Fail. Eventually, luck or fortune smiles, and they win — and celebrate the items used — not themselves

But they fail to understand how the items and societal focus used them to get there. How they trained themselves to be tools with what is at hand instead of using the tools.

———– That’s how the parents, elders, and wisemen are profitable – off the youth. Eventually, the youth will be old and feed into the same system with their children as that is all they ever knew.

Anyway… this was supposed to be a light-hearted post, but it turned kinda dark. Too much time has passed since I started.

But that’s okay.
At least I’m writing something, right?