It's not you, it's me ...
Far Cry 5 is a tour de force.
The world is beautiful. When jetski-ing across a lake at moonlight, it was so beautiful that I had a moment.
Far Cry 5 lets me experience a bigger world, where I can blast away the bad guys (and feelings), have gentle fun and adventurous fun, be reckless and abandoned (without consequence), achieve something meaningful (saving the day) and of course, blow **** up.
It's a step out of real life where I have to swallow daily soul-crushers, live with mundanity, handle the impending mortality of my loved ones and myself, handle helplessness in the face of the global juggernaut and deal with my responsibilities responsibly.
This is our compact - you give me this golden glowing experience in exchange for my money and I game the hell out of it, throwing myself into the wonder you have created, with joy and openness to experience as fully as possible whatever stories you want to tell and experiences you want to give me, confident that it will all be worth it because I will solve the puzzles and save the day (even if tinged with regret aka Far Cry 4).
In Far Cry 5, you've broken the contract.
I don't trust you any more.