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Why???

I don't remember if I have written a post about this. I am always surprised by people who love to sit in air-conditioned rooms with locally circulating stale air but close the windows when fresh, natural air gushes in happily. Why do they go and play in artificial water parks which re-circulate water and in which hundreds of other people bathe (in addition to releasing their own bodily fluids) when they curse pure rain water pouring from heavens and run towards shelter. They look at me incredulously when I walk in rain and one woman even took her child who was staring at me inside so that my influence would not make her child want to get wet in rain. I don't understand why people hate nature so much but love the artificiality created by them. They then beaming say that they love nature because they went to a man-made resort in the middle of forest for the weekend. Why do they forget that resorts are made after killing so many trees and destroying the surrounding ecosystem so that 'city'zens can come and enjoy nature?

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