Cool Trainer Andrew♂, Day 6: What's the point?

Sorry I haven’t been writing as of late, I’ve just not really been feeling up to it.  

Everything’s been falling apart for me recently.  I set out with such high hopes, and now I feel like my world’s been crashed; entirely wrecked despite all my ambitions and dreams.  

So I ask that question: What’s the point?  Is this truly what I’m meant for?  My whole life has been built up to following the will of the Great Celebi, but perhaps there’s something else in store for me.  Is there a great plan to it all?  I’ve been musing on these kinds of thoughts (ever the existentialist), and I’m really not sure.  Truth holds no meaning at this point, not an ounce.  Maybe I’m meant to find meaning to my life within myself.  Is that the answer?  Am I cool enough to call myself Cool Trainer Andrew♂?

All of these questions have been haunting me recently.  Allow me to explain why, lest I seem to be some raving lunatic.  

For the past four days I’ve stood at my post along the road, my constitution firm.  I ventured back into town to get food, but my visits have been expedient at worst.  I’m not sure if I can face my parents as I am, still virginal in the ways of Pokémon fighting.  Lickitung has kept me company in these times.  I’ve no qualms in calling her my only friend.  That’s what I’m most in need of at this point in my life: a friend.  At night, as I lay alone, eyes wide-open at the night sky which stretches with such boundlessness beyond me, she’ll come to my side and sit there with me.  We, two beings who cannot understand the other, our souls both finding solace in that same sky…

Anyhow, for these last few days I haven’t seen heads or tails of another trainer that I might test my skills against.  That one fellow is still only a few yards away from me, but, again, he’s at my diagonal.  I spent most of the second day just staring at him, hoping he would meet my gaze…

I'm growing used to failure.

Yesterday was rather exciting, I suppose.  One of my distant cousins, Cool Trainer Cindy♀ came by, and I related to her how I had started my pokémon training.  I made sure to keep my true feelings on the matter buried.  We decided to team-up against any trainers we might find.  She stood at the opposite end of the road from me, and we looked at each other.  She’s a rather plain looking girl, eerily similar to both her sisters and mine.

I’ve always been a bit of a black sheep in the looks department when it comes to my family.  My hair isn’t nearly spiky enough, and I don’t even have a whip.

After a full day’s worth of staring blankly at Cindy♀, she had to move on.  She wished me luck on my journey. 

I’m headed back to Fuchsia City tomorrow.  I plan on taking a little while to really find myself.  I’m not sure how I’ll face my parents, but all things in time.

I can’t vouch for my future as a Cool Trainer any more.  Perhaps some time alone with my thoughts will stir me on.

From the underground,
Cool Trainer Andrew♂