I may once have sometimes regarded the rigid rules of this life to be all too binding.  Play nice with others, finish your vegetables, don't pick your nose in public places.  I actually belief that there is a great deal of merit to being civil, although it is almost a battle within not to want to gorge myself on life's bounties of the flesh, because I know with all too much certainty that this is it, pure and simple.  I have no interest in meeting an guaranteed end all too quickly, mind you I am a happy person on my meds, but I struggle with capturing the impulsivity that once defined me and this is making me very sad.