flowerprincessburd:

So I live right outside a PokeStop.

‘Ha, that’s pretty cool!’ I thought when I first installed Pokémon Go. I walked out my door and got myself 15 poke balls. Nice. Right?

The game hadn’t quite taken off just yet. I didn’t yet understand what this would mean. I didn’t realise what this would cause.

For three years I have lived here now. In this beautiful blissful city suburb … And for three years, no one would randomly try talking to me (except for that one guy. Ning. Who always seems to forget I’ve rejected him several times now). No small talk, no comments about the weather. This isn’t a rural town. Nobody knows anybody. No one talks to anyone.

But now I live outside a PokeStop.

Now people keep trying to talk to me.

‘You playing Pokémon?’ they smile.

They hang out in groups; they cruise past in their cars. They linger.

I live outside a PokeStop and it is an introvert’s hell.

It’s midnight. It’s bin night.

It’s safe now to go out, I thought. There wont be any Pokémon trainers around now, I thought.

In and out. Just take out the bin. It’ll be fine. It’ll be fine.

They were there, waiting, playing!

‘There is a Meowth in this area somewhere, you know!’

I skitter back inside. No. No, I don’t know.

But I live outside a PokeStop. Now everyone will make sure I know.

Pokémon, please go!