So wrong! So sick!

My adoptive mother said I shouldn’t have studied law. It wasn’t a good choice looking back, she said.
My mother-in-law said I should have studied philosophy.
They’re both wrong. So wrong.

There is nothing I should have done instead of what I did.
There is nowhere I should have been instead of where I was.
There is nobody I should have listened to but didn’t.
There is nobody I should have reached out to but didn’t.
There is no other epoch in which I should have been born.
There is no other place in which I should have been born.
Wrong is the idea…