I think it's safe to say that many people fear change and honesty even more than death. They want to live in the aura of parallelism, of secluded minds and rational humor. They lack the basic caliber of a human being, the inherent fundamental characteristic of the brain- Imagination. Their mind is a collection of worn-out tapes of chapters of English Literature and Sociology, where every word is an imprint of lectures taken by an old school teacher.
In a politically prude society like this your diction and your clothes determine your character. The freedom to choose your words now depend of somebody's bookish cognizance. You are born a misfit, if you feel chained when asked to try to fit in. You will be rated if you walk away from what is making it difficult for you to be any less than happy. You are always something or something else. When life tries to play truth or dare with me, I choose dare. Truth is unreal. Sanity is nothing to brag about, try fantasy for a change. My mind was just a million miles away. Wish I could have left it there.