Just don't like the loud sounds. Or the smoke. Or the smog that just envelopes the air. The green me wakes up around this time, and grumbles to anyone who'll listen about the gasping, wheezing environment. I swear that the world around is shrouded in depressed stale air.
Now here's the love part: firecrackers signal the festive season. Colours. Family. Friends. Food. What's not to like?
Green versus human nature. Ergo, we fence sit.