I would pick Samsara over Nirvana.
Of course, I was super attention-starved as a kid. So it's no mystery why I'm so attached to things. Sometimes I'm convinced that my childhood wasn't really lived, but designed. Like I literally got more attention from spooks than my own parents.
Buddhism might argue that being a ghost would get old. Well, I'm here to argue, what if being a ghost was the only way to really feel alive? That sounds like the definition of a bad news complex. Bad news, and seemingly unsolvable. It's like being attached to the act of being detached.