"my favourite pokemon is maractus"

this was self-directed btw. i love maractus. but there is a perverse contrarian thrill in saying this, and while the way of the contrarian may be joyful, it is a transient, lonely, hollow joy. i cannot help but wonder if my preferences subconsciously are influenced by some desire to be able to present myself as a unique individual, set apart from the crowd by my maverick tastes. what if i look deep into my soul and find a deeply buried, unabiding love for lucario? what would that say about me?
 
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this was self-directed btw. i love maractus. but there is a perverse contrarian thrill in saying this, and while the way of the contrarian may be joyful, it is a transient, lonely, hollow joy. i cannot help but wonder if my preferences subconsciously are influenced by some desire to be able present myself as a unique individual, set apart from the crowd by my maverick tastes. what if i look deep into my soul and find a deeply buried, unabiding love for lucario? what would that say about me?
furry probably
 
this was self-directed btw. i love maractus. but there is a perverse contrarian thrill in saying this, and while the way of the contrarian may be joyful, it is a transient, lonely, hollow joy. i cannot help but wonder if my preferences subconsciously are influenced by some desire to be able present myself as a unique individual, set apart from the crowd by my maverick tastes. what if i look deep into my soul and find a deeply buried, unabiding love for lucario? what would that say about me?
By being a contrarian, you are admitting to being a shuckle fan. I approve of these actions.
 
this was self-directed btw. i love maractus. but there is a perverse contrarian thrill in saying this, and while the way of the contrarian may be joyful, it is a transient, lonely, hollow joy. i cannot help but wonder if my preferences subconsciously are influenced by some desire to be able present myself as a unique individual, set apart from the crowd by my maverick tastes. what if i look deep into my soul and find a deeply buried, unabiding love for lucario? what would that say about me?
Channel your soul and speak it into existence. Say “my favorite Pokemon is Maractus”. Let it sit in your mouth and burn into your gums. If you taste regret, spit it out and feel free to chose what you like more instead.

The question of one’s favorite Pokemon for someone so deeply entrenched into the franchise is a matter of describing the patina on the soul, yes. That said, I would argue though that the Pokemon themselves are not a dye that drenches your heart, but the highlighter with which you mark it. For every lucario or Charizard there is a fond childhood memory or epic victory or being a furry that is painted on that surface unique to someone else, even in the slightest of ways. Your favorite Pokemon is a conduit for what you have experienced and enjoyed as a person. Joining an overflowing Lucario-shaped bucket does not diminish the sum of your human experiences that led you to this choice. You are a person, a walking pile of choices and stories. I’m certain yours are just as seasoned with the small joys in life whether you pick lucario or a cactus.
 
shuckle is not a contrarian pick. get a fucking grip
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My favorite is golduck. I think this means my grandfather was Jewish or something.
 
I wouldn't count Maractus among my favorites, but I appreciate it. I think that Pokémon needs critters that aren't going to turn many heads with their designs and stats in order to really work. If every Pokémon kicked ass, you wouldn't buy it as a world. Some of them need to just be cacti with okay stats in order for it to feel like you're in a real place with a diverse environment.

My favorite Pokémon is Volcarona, by the way.
 
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