I hate Teenagers who own their own horses

I need to move to France where kissing on railways is illegal. I just hate public affection (unless it's sweet geriatric married couples in woolly cardigans holding hands. nothing else.) I'm sick of lovesick emo teenagers and fugly lesbos making out in front of me. As if Transperth isn't unbearable enough already! The more I see this, the more attractive the life of a celibate, sterile old spinster with cats becomes to me.