With no Facebook or Twitter, I have no place (apart from the real world of course) to bitch and complain about the latest fad that has hit Japan.
Yes, I’m talking about Pokemon Go. I know it’s been in other countries for a little while now, but Japan (yes, the Land of Pokemon ironically) was only granted access to the game on Friday.
I wasn’t aware of that because A. I don’t have a Pokemon addiction B. I don’t care C. I don’t play online games and D. I don’t care. Have I mentioned I don’t care?
Anyway, yesterday morning as I strolled through the Peace Park at some ungodly hour of the day, I wondered why there were so many young people out and about. Normally at that time there’s a few drunken people heading home after a night out, but the Park is usually a place for older people who like to keep their fitness up or are maybe a little more aware of their mortality than younger folk.
Then it hit me. They all had their phones out and were staring at their screens. It was like a zombie apocalypse. No one was talking to one another, everyone was completely entranced by what was in front of them and later on in the day, people were just randomly stopping in the middle of the road, walkway, park etc., to click their damn screen.
This morning at 4.45am (YES, 4.45am!) it was the same. Except there were more of them. More zombies. The plague is spreading.
The thing that really pisses me off is that the Peace Park is a sacred place; sacred land that has suddenly been turned into an otaku (nerdy guy or girl who is obsessed with some type of game, hobby etc.) playground. It’s disgusting.
I have to laugh at the creators of the game and indeed, the dickheads playing it who justify it by saying, “It gets me out and about and active.”
If by active they mean outside, breathing real air rather than the stale air that is trapped in their computer room, then yes, they’re being active. I think though, by definition, active means movement is involved. There isn’t any movement here, apart from their eyes blinking occasionally and scanning the screen, or their fingers tapping on a creature.
Get a fucking life people. Go out and talk to someone. Hug someone. Kiss someone. Make actual contact with someone. That is living. That is what life is all about.
This rant isn’t over.