The last few nights I've been riding the bus with this crazy guy. He is younger than me. He sits to himself and swats flies and elbows and punches enemies. I don't know what his disease is. I don't know who is enemies are. Part of me wants to help him. Another part of me envies him. God knows that inside of me I want to swat and fight the air. I can barely contain myself, but I do.
I have no idea how these first few sentences sound. But the idea is that "supposed to" and "should" tends to rule our lives. And no matter how enlightened we think we are, most of the time we follow rules without fully thinking them through. This probably isn't a bad thing. But it is a thing.
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