There’s this scene in Fleabag where she’s sat in a confessional, pouring out her deep dark desires to the priest on the other side; it goes like this- "I want someone to tell me what to wear in the morning... I want someone to tell me what to eat. What to like, what to hate, what to rage about, what to listen to… I want someone to tell me what to believe in, who to vote for…I just think I want someone to tell me how to live my life, Father, because so far I think I’ve been getting it wrong… and even though I don’t believe your bullshit, and I know that scientifically nothing I do makes any difference in the end anyway, I’m still scared.