Another way by which you can be certain that you’re still reasonably ordinary is if you can listen to what the majority of your fellow men talk about as being important, without either giggling or grimacing.
In all your major cities it is prohibited for the collective to be foolish. (There is good reason the more conscious are always in the minority, and it has nothing to do with their number.)
Life told one guy:
“Look, if the sun gets too bright,
all you’ve gotta do is whine.”
Why would someone go to all the effort to travel from Paris to Istanbul and then get off the train with the same crumbs in their lap that were there when they started the trip?