FELT. I was in a major vn dev server once and saw so many people bragging about their hatred for the medium and like. woah. wait. just had an idea. the idea that if you Fucking Despise making games unto the point it feels like walking on the hot coals of hell, then why are you? if you hate it so much, and it only makes you despair, then what's the fucking point of doing it? to brag about how stoic you are for undergoing such torment in the hopes of achieving imagined glory?
the glory is ALSO absolutely imaginary in my experience; I have been ubiquitous yet invisible as a dev for years. everyone seems to have seen me, simply by volume of what I make, but very few acknowledge or interact.
the hardest most brutal part of writing a novel (this is also my background) isn't writing the novel. it's getting anyone to read it. same with making games. the gratification isn't instant, and it's uncomfortable to reach out beyond the world of popular media mass-production.
anyway, hard Felt about being some kind of freak for not HATING making art.