Tamagotchi and Getting the FUCK Out of Bed
I'm someone who made a lot of bad choices by not making choices.
Immediately after my final class of college, as in a few days later, I started my first actual job. It was a seasonal gig that I stuck around in for as long as I legally could. To help with not overspending, I limited myself to one major spend per month I spent working there. The first item I bought myself was a Tamagotchi and a pack of batteries.
I'd only had a passive interest in Tamagotchi prior to getting it, but I found myself oddly fixated on them during the earlier half of this year. After failing to thrift for one and hesitating, I bought this exact model and immediately grew wildly fixated. My first Tamagotchi grew into a Flowertchi and I loved him.
My third Tamagotchi aged into a senior during my shift, and I found myself more enamored with him out of regret for growing too busy to marry him off before it was too late. I'm one to grow attached to objects, so I kept him alive nonetheless.
The crunchiness of the image only adds to the atmosphere.
Eventually, my contract ran out and I was let go, and I found myself unemployed. Still, I cared for my Ojitchi with beloving care even as he grew needier. If anything, his neediness served to get me out of bed as I spiraled into an unemployment-fueled depression. While I faced ghosting after ghosting on job sites, Ojitchi remained there for me to tend to as I loved him dearly. The idea of not loving him properly wrecked me, so I did my best to tend to him in our waking hours.
That is, until he met his end while I had been eating microwaved yakisoba alone at night. He perished in the early hours of the night, and his cause of death was mental damage from not turning his light off at bedtime one too many times.
This didn't deter me from continuing to care for my Tamagotchi. I don't find myself as emotionally attached to my second lineage, but I love them enough to keep it going and play with them and tend to their needs. I feel bad at the notion of letting these creatures starve. Habitually, at this time of year, I tend to slip into deep depressions where I stop eating altogether and refuse to leave bed. With university now over and no job in sight, I find myself even more prone to staying in bed for sixteen hours of the day with no wants other than to drink myself into zen and return to bed right afterwards. Yet, the notion of my Tamagotchi experiencing sadness and the shame of unemployment keep me getting out of bed, going to the gym, shooting job applications to nowhere, and keeping these digital creatures alive.
I've considered getting a second device, but I'm debating it as my hyperfixation has calmed. Still, the Uni was the one I initially discovered, and it's in stock for once. I'll debate it more. For now, I'm quite happy with the silly creatures I keep under my desk lamp and the hobbies I've taken up amidst the most aimless point in my life thus far.
If you're as unemployed as I am and need something to get you out of bed (and are very prone to becoming emotionally attached to silly creatures in your devices), I'd suggest a Tamagotchi. The Paradise is apparently quite low-maintenance, and the Uni's good for customization. The Connection's a good balance of needy or not, alongside being lovingly portable. The originals, charming as they are, seem far too needy for someone like me. I can't suggest the Connection enough!
Kind regards,
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