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30Being addicted to Pokemon cards is like falling into a never-ending vortex of entertainment in cardboard mayhem.
It starts innocently enough, with a single pack promising a rare holographic Pikachu. But before you know it, you're knee-deep in a sea of booster packs, trading cards like a pro, and dreaming of Charizards dancing in your sleep.
You find yourself constantly lurking in card shops, engaging in intense battles of "rock-paper-scissors" to determine who gets the last elusive pack on the shelf. Your room becomes a shrine to Pikachu, with card stacks towering higher than a Jigglypuff's hairdo.
You've even started referring to your family as "evolutions" and your workplace as the "Poke-gym." It's a Pokemon craze that's spiraled out of control, but hey, at least you'll never have to worry about running out of fire energy!
The addiction grows stronger with each new expansion set, each shiny foil, and each heart-stopping moment when you reveal a rare card.
Your friends don't recognize you anymore; they only see a deranged Pokemon professor with Pikachu-shaped goggles permanently fused to your face.
Your obsession has even affected your social life. Conversations have turned into heated debates about the merits of Bulbasaur versus Squirtle, leaving non-Pokemon enthusiasts feeling like they've stumbled into a parallel universe where creatures battle instead of people.
Your bank account has become a financial victim of this addiction too, as your "Pokemon tax" eats away at your savings, and your wallet weeps like a Magikarp struggling to learn any decent moves.
But amidst the chaos and the endless quest for that elusive holographic Mewtwo, one thing remains certain: you'll never grow up to be a gym leader, but at least you'll be the very best collector the world has ever seen!