There's no point in getting on a boat and not getting toasted, hence the saying "drunk as a sailor". Plus, if the ground is going to be moving anyway, one might as well induce the loss of equilibrium.
I'm beginning to think that some of us might never find a path. I believe that there is no meaning in life beyond making your own - there's so much freedom in this, but when you have no purpose it's kind of empty, you're just killing time until the end.
But I've always felt like I was never supposed to be here. It's not lonely-ness, because that would imply that I just lack the company or understanding of others. Perhaps more alienation.