Poem: The Feeling of Missing Out.

A poem about the Nintendo Switch 2, lol.

Photo: Nintendo

Today is the dawning of a new generation of Switch. For over eight years we’ve become adjusted to the underpowered marvel that is Switch 1. But everything has changed. The Switch 2 just launched, and many a folk are getting their hands on the system.

It’s beautiful really, to see so many people excited to play this new shiny device. There is buzz online— discussions, YouTube videos… you name it. It’s the biggest launch in Nintendo history. And it’s the first new gen console from Nintendo launching since I became an adult.

To put it mildly, I was ecstatic when I got to my local Gamestop and discovered there were only three preorders left. Cut to several weeks later, I put in another hundred dollars towards it. Then not too long thereafter, having to go back to cancel it because I was doing poor financially.

Before that happened, I was a little hopeful I could maybe pull together enough money in time to get the pre-order paid off. But as the Switch 2 launch date grew closer, It was looking further unlikely.

Long story short, I didn’t get the Switch 2 like I had wanted. But now it’s launched, and so many people are talking about it. They’re happy and excited— already having so much fun over Mario Kart World and the console’s new features. And that is all just so genuinely amazing, and I really love that they’re all having fun.

But I feel a little wistful. Or more like I’m missing out.

And I know this seems more like a vent and a rant, but I promise we’ll get to the poem part first. For right now I just want to complain and be sad. So I’m going to do that.

Because I don’t actually know WHEN I’m going to be able to get the Switch 2. Back when the first one came out, I had to wait years to play that one because my parents just weren’t interested in getting it. And now I’m an adult, with my own money, and a stack of never-ending financial issues.

I’ll probably get it much sooner this time. Because at least this time I’m an adult and can try to save money for it. But it’s still a bit depressing to have to wait for something I just really wanted to have from the get-go.

I’m trying to break away from a cycle as well. For years, anytime things got bad financially, the first thing to go so I could afford rent was whatever Nintendo device system I had at the time. Then, when I could afford to have it again, I’d buy a new one. I have since learned to accept help from family more, so this time I’m determined that when I get the Switch 2— I’m not going to get rid of it.

And I still have Tears of the Kingdom, so it’d be nice to be able to play that again in 4k 60fps. But anyway, rant over. It’s not what you came for after all, because you’re here for a poem. And here it is.

The Feeling of Missing Out.

Buzz. A noise fills the air—
The world a whirl of excitement;
Joy bursting out of bubbles,
So hard to keep it inside.

Buzz. A noise resonates all around,
People are smiling with joy.
The world a whirl of excitement
Over new shiny things that
Everyone wants to play.

But there’s a corner where
No sound exists— far from the
Cacophony of laughter and joy:
A place where only the feeling
Of missing out remains.

I sit there and wait,
Hoping to hear the buzz.
To be a part of those with joy,
Whirling around the world
With a new sense of excitement.

Instead the noise grows distant,
Leaving me alone to recollect:
Why did I want to be a part
Of this new thing so bad?

Won’t I get a chance too,
When the time becomes right?
Do I have to be a part
Of this crowd, this whirling
World of buzz?