I have a grass is greener syndrome, but generally, my ego kicks in, and I appreciate my little wasteland forest of Enneagram 4 skulls and death Besides, they are dancing sugar skull skeletons, in a mariachi band, playing Secret Agent Man. Which is not so bad if you heard them. People might be better off planting their green grass and pretty little butts over here, and then we can mix it up. Or not. I don't really care, and I'm not jumping over any fences in the end.