I don't want to know where I'm going I only want to know where I've been

(Or what happened after you left the party)
Those are the kind of book titles would be writers with depth and baggage come up with riding in the back seats of cars.
How did I get here? There was a path and I just kept following it. Not like there was really any choice in the mater. There weren't any real choices. Who am I gonna date, what am I gonna wear, am I crazy, where can I go? Were choices, but they could hardly be "path altering".