Okay, let’s talk about Destiny 2. Man, where do I even start? I remember picking it up way back. Seemed cool, you know? Space magic, shooting aliens, getting loot. The usual stuff that pulls you in.
Getting Started and The Hook
At first, it was genuinely fun. Running through the campaigns, figuring out the different classes, teaming up with a couple of buddies for strikes. That feeling of getting a new exotic weapon? Yeah, that was a rush. It felt like progress. You’re always chasing that next power level, that better gear score. It’s designed to keep you chasing.
And it worked, for a long time. I got pulled into the whole cycle. Weekly resets meant new chores: do the powerful gear milestones, run the raids, maybe grind some Gambit or Crucible for pinnacles. It became routine. Log in, check the list, start grinding. The social part helped too. My clan was active, always people online to run stuff with. That camaraderie makes the repetitive stuff feel less… repetitive. For a while.
The Grind Becomes… Just a Grind
But after hundreds, maybe thousands of hours – seriously, I checked my playtime once and felt a bit sick – the magic faded. It started feeling less like a game and more like a job. A really poorly paying job where the currency was slightly different gun models.
I remember spending entire weekends doing the same activities over and over.
- Running the same strike dozens of times for one specific weapon roll.
- Doing public events until my eyes glazed over for planetary materials.
- Trying to get raid exotics with ridiculously low drop rates. Weeks, months of running the same raid, same encounters, same everything.
You do all this stuff, chasing minuscule percentage increases or a gun that might be marginally better than the one you have. Then a new season drops, or a new expansion, and the treadmill resets. Your hard-earned power level gets bumped up easily by new activities, and the gear you ground so hard for might become obsolete or ‘sunset’. That sunsetting thing really rubbed me the wrong way.
The Realization Hit
The breaking point wasn’t one specific thing. It was gradual. It was looking back at a week and realizing most of my free time went into Destiny 2 chores, not actually having fun or experiencing something new within the game. It was more FOMO – fear of missing out – driving me than actual enjoyment.
I’d log in, look at the director screen, see all the little icons demanding my attention, and just feel tired. Is this really how I want to spend my evenings? Grinding bounties? Running Lost Sectors again and again hoping for that exotic armor piece?
It just felt like wasted time. Time I could have spent learning something new, reading a book, playing other games with more respect for my time, or even just relaxing.
Moving On (Mostly)
So, I stepped back. A lot. I didn’t uninstall immediately, but I stopped chasing. I stopped feeling obligated to log in for resets. If friends were doing a raid and needed one, maybe I’d jump in for the social part, but the personal grind? Nah. I was done.
Looking back, yeah, I had some good times, some great memories with friends. But the sheer volume of hours poured into repetitive loops just feels unproductive now. It’s designed to be an endless hamster wheel, and I guess I just got tired of running.
