I make up assignments all the time still, probably still even more than I realize. It's a hard habit to break. I think, in truth, I spend most of my life simulating being human instead of actually living. I don't really see a path forward in life that isn't simulated in nature. Assignments in this case refer to thing to do that have no value besides the fact that they are something to do. I make up assignments for myself (find the lowFODMAP hot chip, create the ultimate lemon cupcake, make cinnamon rolls for a friend group) but I also make up assignments for others. I provide them token exhanges that they can assist with to satisfy their curiosity. When someone wants something from me, and I'm not so strongly opposed I give them a little task, a small assignment to carry out in my name, and they return with task in hand. I tell them they're so good, they did such a good job, and I'm very very proud of them, and I accept them back wholeheartedly. Truthfully I never wanted them to leave. It gives them the confidence to jump through the big hoop that actually matters. The doctor asked if I had any questions, not really, I read the forms pretty closely, so it's all clear to me what's going on. I ask him something I already know the answer to. He tells me the answer I already knew. We're satisfied. A little bit of drama, as a treat. Give me your tiniest of consolations because I know that what I actually think is too heavy, and you can feel good about solving the toy, and I can look at the toy, and we can both be happy together.