Hey man, if you happen to read this...
I've been bullied fairly severely before, sometimes for being focused on nerdy pursuits, sometimes for not liking the things I was supposed to like, sometimes just indiscriminately. I won't say that I know how you feel or anything like that, but I can relate, and what really gets me is you saying that this event caused you to relive your childhood, where you liked Pokemon and that made you an oddball, a target for bullying. Because guess what? It isn't your childhood anymore.
I bet you anything, anything that what that dude is feeling right now, maybe for the first time in his life, is the sensation that he's the outcast, he's the one that isn't having fun with the new big thing. He may not be an outlier in your immediate town, but globally he knows that right now he's a fucking weirdo. Something he thought was lame is cool now and he can't take it. So maybe that did make you a target for his dumbass outburst, not because of what you like, but because he saw a chance for a second to pretend like it was the good old days when stuff like this was just for nerrrrrds. It has nothing to do with you.
So you already deleted the game. That's fine. Keep it deleted, or reinstall it. but just make sure you're doing whatever the fuck you want to do. Not whatever the whims of some obvious, jaded asshole dictate.
Thanks; this is a genuinely encouraging way of reframing what happened. Anyone who felt threatened by Pokemon was always insecure, but especially in 2016, you probably have to have a clinical phobia of your dick falling off if you so much as hear the word Pikachu. Even so, being treated poorly by my peers for liking innocuous things created a wound that time never really managed to heal, and being cast back into that era of my life, even for a moment, admittedly hurt.
I guess the thing is, it was just a moment of dumb heckling, but it suddenly undercut what I was most excited for with Pokemon Go; that it was the ultimate period on the sentence that it's finally "okay" to publicly like Pokemon. This means a whole lot to me as someone who's observed the full arc of Pokemon's path from creepy hobby for geeks to beloved cultural mainstay.
To be honest, I wasn't really excited for the game before or even when it came out; I don't really play mobile games, the art direction looked bland, etc. and it was only
after the game became an immediate social phenomenon beyond anyone's wildest expectations that I really got excited about it. Suddenly, here's something that was immensely influential on me but I always had to be ashamed to like, now a celebrated tool for socializing, meeting new people, and re-exploring our own familiar world.
Because of that, it's a tragedy for me that my first revelation from playing the game is that there are people out there who never grew out of their contempt just as I never grew out of my self-consciousness, and for these people, the plain visibility that Pokemon Go places upon a group of people they dislike must be perversely exciting in its potential for effortlessly identifying targets for cheap antagonism. Especially where I live, which is decades behind the majority of America culturally, there are a lot of hobbies that are socially unacceptable here that are mainstream elsewhere.
I still don't know if I'm going to give the game another chance unless I can spend some time in the city, but I appreciate the reaffirmation that I just happen to occupy an especially miserable slice of nowhere and that rubes like this dude are getting dunked on by Pokemon fans everywhere else in America.
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Don't have such thin skin. Go to a PokeStop with a lure and hang out with a bunch of people from all backgrounds.
My workplace is actually a PokeStop on the map because it's a historic building. We've had a few people come by; I'll keep an eye out and see if it becomes a regular thing here.
I live in a town of 5k and have seen at least ten people play it. No one has given me any shit.
Fuck that guy.
We're about 5k as well and I've already seen several people playing it. I do live in the "bad" part of town, though, lots of meth labs and spots where heroin deals go down. This guy had NRA stickers in his windows.
Dude, you could've been walking down the street looking at your bank account and that cunt of a dude would have done the same thing. How the hell does he know what you're doing on your personal phone? The fucker isn't phsycic and if he was you'll have more serious problems. Fuck'em.
I think that I was standing at an intersection, waving the phone around because the compass wasn't reorienting. Probably more conspicuous than I realized, but no less douchey of the guy.