Dear Thailand, I think we should just be friends

I like you, I really do. You are very kind, with great charm, natural beauty and grace.You have an infectious laugh and are an incredible cook. Like, truly amazing food. Your spiritual life is rich and complex. No one puts together a gaudier temple than you; and I mean that as a compliment. You are tolerant of gender diversity and are kind to stray animals. You don't get all moralistic on me when I don't want to wear a seatbelt or helmet. Your place is kept at a reasonable temperature. You buy the best snack food and you give a massage like no one I've ever met.

I feel like I should truly love you, but I don't.

It's not that you drive on the wrong side of the road and seemingly at random.

Perhaps it's the seeming contradictions that I find problematic. You pay meticulous attention to detail in your temples, spirit houses and your aesthetic pursuits, yet your environment is full of rubble and rubbish that you discard at will. Your cities could be featured on the show "Hoarders."

You love children and clearly delight in them, yet you sell them to anyone who wants to exploit them.

You attract the worst kinds of men and welcome them with open arms. You let them have sex with your little sisters and brothers and don't seem to have a problem with that.

Maybe it's the bold interest in commerce over protection of your family and environment, or pretty much anything, that turns me off. You feel a bit desperate and ruthless in that desperation.

To be fair, we've only known each other a short time and you have been going through some internal conflict, but I just don't think this would work.

Unless, of course, I could come live in your treehouse...