Most people hate work. Most people lack initiative or creative passion. Could be laziness or perhaps the fact that writing and schooling is unnatural. I think it is unnatural. Our instincts rebel at being grouped in rows and being asked to sit still for an hour or so.
People are resistant to paying attention.
Most of the people that work at the ground level in this country want to go out and play. There came a point in my life when I started to realize that what I thought life was supposed to be was not really going to be that way, that my family was not as perfect as I imagined that the majority of my fellow humans are people that are likeable and trustworthy for most of the time, but the unreliable and tedious buggers are almost unavoidable. And I believed that the world was a very happy place and everybody loved everybody else and they all would give me a smile and a helping hand when I needed one. Or I could see if I was right in my conclusion that everybody was crazy, selfish, deluded, or all three. This was a great outlet.