Growing up in Michigan was fine...until I realized where I was.
I can handle reality in small doses, but as a lifestyle, it's much too confining.
What if it's boring - or if it's not boring, it might be too revealing, or worse, it might be too revealing and still be boring.
No matter how cynical you become, it's never enough to keep up.
If you can't be direct, why be?
I think life is perverse. It can be beautiful, but it won't.