I’ve been sick for a few days now, which means that Iv’e mostly been playing Pokemon Go in my living room. No spoofing, but it turns out, I have the craziest spawning point in my living room and since I’ve mostly just watched two seasons of Arrow, I’ve had tons of time to turn on the game and catch whatever came by. (I need a pokestop in my bed room, Niantic, pretty pleeeease. 😛 )
It means too, that if something new spawned, I’ve told the boyfriend to turn on his game, because I am too lazy to switch between PTC accounts, since the Christmas update, which made it impossible to switch to a PTC account without force closing the game and restarting it, while being logged out. (Way to go Niantic, once again, your own system is failing, while Google works.)
Anyway, the boyfriend and I haven’t played much together lately, since he is so whiny about going outside in the cold and the rain and all, so he hasn’t seen my avatar in a while.
Before I continue, I should point out that I play multiple accounts. I started doing it because I got tired of PTC being down, logging me out of the game, and once I started a Google account, I found that it was much more fun playing a small lvl account, discovering everything anew. I would have probably quit the game a long time ago, if I had not had my baby accounts. Especially when PTC is fucking up. That is simply too frustrating.
Now, for a while, I have been working on my baby accounts, and saving up money for them, so they could get the team shirt, all of them. By now, I think that only my lowest lvl account is still missing the shirt, because she has had to spend money on bag upgrades instead. But all the others has the team shirt, and they look awesome, if I may say so myself.
Nahorim is still my main account though, despite PTC almost making me quit him a thousand times. I’ve just put so much work into him, so many freezing hours in the dark winter nights, terrorizing the city with the team, or simply walking in the forest with a friend. I can’t quit Nahorim. (Yes, he is the main character in most of my books. I clearly have a strong attachment to the guy.)
Usually, I looked like this;
You know, team shirt, dark or yellow pants to show my allegiance to Team Instinct, the bandit mask and the blue shoes to send a not so subtle message to my old team members, (long story,) but pretty toned down, I guess. Back when all my baby accounts were wearing whatever clothes they could afford, I guess this look made me stand out. But now, among my own, and among the other players in the city who are slowly buying team shirts as well, I guess I started to blend in.
I didn’t even think on it that way. I just felt like quitting the look. I’ve had it long before most, around here could afford it, because Team Instinct were so aggressive back when I was flying with them.
So, I changed.
I’ve had the glasses for a long time. For me, they are a kinda funny Doctor Who reference, but also, one of the girls I was playing with back then, saw someone else wearing them and said, “that’s so gay.” Which meant that I instantly bought them and wore them for the rest of our time together, just to piss her off. I actually had the pants as well, from when one of the other players, a well known spoofer from my team, wore almost the same outfit as me, so I changed to pink pants, so people could tell us apart. Spoofers get noted, shared on face book, and reported around here. Quickly.
But the rest, just kinda happened…
The boyfriend did a double take when he saw my avatar and said, “is that a glitch? What happened?”
He seriously thought the game had not loaded me properly. And so I explained to him that no, my team was just wearing the team shirt all of them by now, and I got bored.
When he was done laughing, he pointed out that I changed my outfit because I was unable to fit in with myself. I could no longer be on the same team as all my other accounts. I had to stand out, among… myself.
Take that, V.
And you know what, its true. I guess that is exactly who I am. Why I keep finding places where I fit in, and leaving them, because I do fit in. I am utterly unable to remain one of the pack, even in my own head. I have to pick one side of me and let it be outrageous.
I know I said that I wouldn’t write in here again until I could write something positive. This is actually positive, believe it or not. I learned something about myself here, from a stupid, glicthy game.
Maybe I shouldn’t blame others, when I don’t like them much, because in truth, it is the rebel inside me, always moving on, always looking to be different.
If I’m not on my own team, how could I ever be on someone else’s?
That’s something to think about.
Not changing my look though. I look fabulous. 😛