I know some people who had given in to pressures. Peer pressure, with all their friends coupling off; family pressure, especially if you're in an ethnic household and you're the only one to carry the linege; work... I guess that's another peer pressure thing where to get ahead to be like everyone else; and self-imposed goals where we "shoulda" all over ourselves (I should get married, I should have a house, etc). You settle and tell yourself it's the right thing to do & be. You get someone who ticks the right boxes to satisfy the "shouldas", letting go of wishes and desires, making lists of everything wrong with those things you know you want. It's comfortable, it's okay. And as you accept this, along comes the kind of person who challenges you, wakes you up, excites and even scares you. You feel alive, you feel tall, you realize exactly what's missing. And you can't have them. Well, you can if you want to tear up everything and disappoint everyone who pressured you to join their lifestyle. You think they'll be upset, anyway. Then you talk yourself out of it. You're good at this, almost expert at it. You quietly drink yourself into submission when you get home from work to numb the mind, bury yourself in quiet solitude of hobbies to distract and try not to think of the life you're afraid to live because it means walking away from guarantees to gamble on unknowns, and, on days where you're so fed up, when you gather the courage you realize your fears are louder than you. And you have another drink, stay in your workshop and hope enough time passes to convince yourself that it's too late now when you know it never ever is.