Things have a way of coming back around. Sometimes it’s obvious, but mostly you don’t notice.
When I worked at a large retail store many moons ago, I remember selling a shit ton of video games. N64, Dreamcast, GameBoy, PlayStation 2, etc. Those were the days. I remember how the little kiddos were so enthused about Pokémon. It was all the rage and when the new games Gold and Silver came out, they flew off the shelves. It was a generational norm to play those games as a kid and you weren’t cool if you didn’t.
Flash forward to the present. Occasionally, as a college student, I get asked what my favorite Pokémon character is. I usually just say I don’t have one and receive odd looks. Sometimes I say, “I don’t know, I kinda just… you know, like them all” in a very Michael Bolton from Office Space way.
Then it dawned on me. These are all the kids to whom I sold those games. They are grown up now and in college and they think I’m younger than I am, even though my hair says otherwise.
It’s odd to think that the Pokémon generation used to visit me in my crappy retail job and now they visit me as classmates. Soon, I’m sure they will be my bosses. I guess I better start learning about Pokémon.