Honestly, I probably feel this more than this being the actual truth.

Sometimes I feel like I want to play a game that I’d run, but then I realize that’s the cliche “Go write a book”

Oh, I get to roll a character? Well, let’s see… I think I’ll be a ranger. And I’ll be drow. And for my backstory I was an orphan who was abused by the city guard and all of the other orphans so I have no friends and I have a dagger that I found that gives me invisibility for 1d4 hours once per day and I can talk to animals but mostly cats and they tell me when there is treasure or mice around and I don’t trust anyone but the cats and I don’t have any goals for my life so if an adventure pops up I’ll be the one walking to the bar to find a person to sleep with and…

Yeah, motherfuckers. That’s how it feels.