D&D is so cathartic as a player. You can go flirt with pompous theater actors and get your face painted at the market because you’re disguising yourselves as a circus troop and then punch some Slaughter-God-worshipping minotaurs to death while your character pushes down family trauma — still while wearing face paint (and chest paint, and paint on my Minotaur horns).
And you can adopt a sheep and dye it pink and then pay your shipmate to babysit your new pet money fish and jellyfish while you are away on adventures.
It’s a whole little life you can create for yourself. I love this game.
With Love,
Natalie