The Wild Man Of Pokemon

Beep, boop, beep.

Its funny, watching a small pixelated ping-pong ball bounce across screen. I guess its a good metaphor for life.

Beep, boop, beep.

Toil for a day, toil for a month, or toil for a year, in the end it will only rebound. So boring.

Beep, boop, beep.

Haaaaa. I need a better life.

Getting up from my poetic boredom, I solemnly walk to the restroom. Passing a mirror, I glance at my "handsome" self. A thick, rats nest of hair, white skin, slightly toasted by the wretched day star, eyes of lifeless tree bark; all wrapped up in an overweight body. Would I be pretty if I worked out or showered? Probably. Going to happen anytime soon? Nope.

Hello cynical thoughts, fancy seeing you here.

Running a hand through my chocolate locks, I pondered my journey to here. I'm sure I am an ordinary guy; its difficult to get a comparison when I was homeschooled. But life was good, I had the best grades in class, seven underlings (siblings) that would occasionally do my bidding, hair that all mankind would die for, and plans to go to university as an engineer. Everything was planned. Everything was on track. Until…. Until….

Beep…...beep.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts. After finishing my business, I mosey to bed, hoping life will be better tomorrow.

......…..

It wasn't.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon in any shape or form.