[Okay, now that last phrase is really, really off. People don't ever make general sweeping statements like that, because there actually is a lot in the world that's wrong. People are selfish and cruel and try to hurt and manipulate others, nobody can just stand back and pretend everything is sunshine and rainbows. Anyone who does so is either preferably ignoring the truth or a complete idiot, in Keats' opinion. Really, it sounds an awful lot like...]

[Denial.]

[What a funny word.]

Is that so?

[Mettaton comes off as a flamboyant egotistical celebrity. He delights in attention. And now, he's running away after gaining only a couple of minutes of it? It doesn't make sense. It's like a notable sweet eater taking a couple of bites from a cake on a large table of candies and pastries and leaving the rest alone.]

[It's not logical.]

You're running away from something I can tell you liked very much. Makes one wonder why you'd deny yourself a thing like that.