When you realize that, despite how pissed off people in Skyrim act when they catch you pickpocketing them, they never seem to actually miss what you pickpocket off of them.
When you run around Skyrim with 300000+ gold in your pockets and the jarls don't seem to have enough money to even replace those ratty, wind-torn banners.
When you leave your hireling to fend off a dragon on her own because Ooo, blue mountain flowers!
When you're running in circles around a cave so to cast a healing spell and then return to letting the bear/troll/sabrecat bash you so to increase your Block/Armor skills and you realize this is one very sad way to spend a Saturday afternoon.
When you're sneaking up on a lone giant in the hills just east of Whitewatch Tower and that bleeping fugitive runs up to you to dump his stoopid stolen knicknack on you, alerting the giant to your presence and you can't defend yourself from the giant's stomping and clubbing because that bleeping fugitive has you stuck in his bleeping dialogue menu.