The other day it struck me that we live in a literal fairy tale, with real monsters, fantasmal lands and people and creatures, and unthinkable, magical phenomen

The other day it struck me that we live in a literal fairy tale, with real monsters, fantasmal lands and people and creatures, and unthinkable, magical phenomena. Most people choose mundanity (even when not constrained by socio-economics) and they set themselves up in a bubble where they "forget" there's a fairy tale outside. Somehow people like you reject mundanity, and I find this all fascinating. Edit: This reminds me of the concept of "social integration" in sociology. Some works of fiction cast it as "conformity".