I've been thinking a lot lately about those that I've killed hundreds of times.
There was a time, when I was but a child, when I could grind with the very best. I played a lot of RPGs, and I had the spirit to suffer any amount of tedium. Not a high enough level to take on the Cerulean City gym leader? Thank you sir, may I have another three hours of fighting Zubats?
One does not simply walk into Mount Moon.
As I age, however, grinding causes me existential crises. I find myself reflecting on confrontational questions like: "What are you doing with your life? Why aren't you out there making better memories? Do you even know how many Zubats you've killed?"
To be honest, I haven't actually finished a Pokémon game in over a decade now.
But the sad truth is that I can't cut it with these RPGs any more. Grinding? Man, that's a young cat's game. Who has time to charge into Mount Moon waist-deep in dead Zubats?
Not me. I'm getting too old and too tired for this shit.
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