Drink your milk, eat your vegetables, stay in school, don't do drugs, and get eight hours of sleep. A polite, well-behaved society encourages everyone to follow little rules like that, right? Dalton's parents taught him this very early on in life. Do unto others as you'd have them do unto you. It's like a math equation, really. Get good grades in school, so you can go to college. Get a college degree, so you can get a good job. Get a good job so that you can afford a house and raise a family. It's the everyman's dream! Plug the right numbers in, and you'll get the right answer. Two plus two ALWAYS equals four!

Dalton didn't have many friends, but in the third grade he could read at a post-collegiate level so that was good, right? He got bullied in middle school, and shunned in high school, but that was okay because ignoring the formative years of socialization just meant he had more time to study so that he could be sure to get a scholarship! He could afford to put off having things like a social life or romantic relationships until after he was successful, right? It wasn't like he was a bad person, he still made an effort to treat people nicely...even if it backfired a lot because he was awkward or couldn't read the mood. Geez, it was like he'd missed some kind of handbook on how to fit in...

It's too bad that no one cares who the valedictorian was after highschool. And it's too bad that college is more about social networking among all the guys whose dads have yachts than it is about academia. And it's too bad that companies don't want to hire anyone who doesn't have experience, but you can't get experience without being hired. And it's too bad that the housing bubble popped and now the house your dad could've bought on a blue-collar part-time job and raised three kids in is now valued at ten times the amount while the yearly wages are the same they were thirty years ago.

And it's too bad that being nice to people just means you're a doormat, and the people who REALLY succeed in life are, as confirmed by uncomfortably large bodies of research, LITERAL sociopaths. But that doesn't mean doing the right thing is wrong. That doesn't mean all the morals and "good old traditional values" weren't relevant anymore, right? Dalton knew he could still accomplish what he wanted in life, he just had to keep doing the "right" things!

But for some reason, other people wouldn't. There were a lot of examples throughout Dalton's life, but one in particular really stuck with him. Not long after he'd just started at the bank, working as a lowly teller (a job completely unrelated to what he'd spent four years in college for, but a paycheck was a paycheck), his mother had a heart attack. His parents had him later in life than was usual, and both of them lived laid back lifestyles without getting as much exercise as they should, and so forth. So she had a heart attack, and his father called the ambulance. On the way to the hospital, she had to be resuscitated multiple times. Dalton received a call from his father and immediately asked his boss to leave...but was told that the teller line was too busy, that it was a regular payday for local businesses and the afternoon rush had just started, they needed him to stay. When Dalton explained the situation, his supervisor gave him a stern look and asked, "Well, what're you going to do about it? You're not a heart surgeon. You wouldn't be doing anything useful there."

After work, Dalton raced to the hospital. His mother had undergone a double bypass, and after being released from the CCU she was placed in a private room just down the hall from the nurse station. He couldn't be there with her except for the early mornings and late evenings. But one night, before his father had returned to the hospital room, his mother began acting strangely. Dalton called the nurse, who dismissed the random spikes in blood pressure as "surgical pains." But it continued, and Dalton continued to hit the nurse call button. After thirty minutes of back and forths, the nurse growing increasingly more agitated, she stopped answering the button entirely. His mother grew worse, until Dalton grew desparate enough to run down the hall. The same nurse sat at the station, snapping a mouthful of chewing gum and painting her long, witchlike nails, was in the middle of a phone call. When Dalton begged her for help, his voice echoing the sterile hallways, she "shh'd" him and pointed at the phone. He yelled that his mother was dying. The woman told him, in a very stern voice, that she was on the phone and would get to him in a moment. Dalton looked at her nametag--Shaniqua--and addressed her personally, pleading for help. He leaned over the counter and grabbed one of her hands. She jerked away from him, her nails raking his arm in the process, and told him to "calm yo ass down!"

Dalton doesn't remember what happened after that, just that security escorted him out of the hospital after his mother died. He was never prosecuted for anything.

Life went on. He went back to school and got promoted at work, but that just meant they started demanding even more from him. His dad passed away too, so he finally had a house to himself, but everything was still too expensive. He never found a girlfriend, but that was because he swore off dating apps after several bad experiences and had no idea how to meet women the "normal" way.

He started to ask himself a few very simple questions, in the years to come.

"If everyone knows the difference between right and wrong...why does no one do what they're supposed to do?

I tried my best to do all the things I was supposed to do...so why does my life suck?

And why...why do I hate other people so goddamn much?"

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