I keep getting this feeling that there is a very particular point in time — like on an 18th birthday or graduation day — when everyone is giving a manual on how to live life on Earth. Everyone except, of course, me.
My brain tells me that it is a ridiculous thing. But wouldn’t it be funny if God (or whatever higher authority you believe in, if any) really did subconsciously program each human being with a set of rules of how to appropriately function in society from start to end… except me. A real cosmic joke.