Choose a life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers… Choose DSY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away in the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself, choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that?
Honestly fair, you choose your life except each choice is from a small handful of options that you don’t choose and are highly restricted based on a combination of circumstances completely outside your control or because you’re not willing to a be a psychotic asshole.
Source.
It’s anecdotal evidence, but I think it still holds value.
Honestly fair, you choose your life except each choice is from a small handful of options that you don’t choose and are highly restricted based on a combination of circumstances completely outside your control or because you’re not willing to a be a psychotic asshole.