It took a long time for the owner of our local mall to repave the parking lot. It was in horrible condition for a long time. It was full of large potholes, and the surface was so old and cracked that there were no longer any visible lines for parking spaces. The only hint of the spaces of the past were the posts and signs that marked the spots for handicapped parking. It wasn't much to work with.
The lack of lines on the pavement created a parking free-for-all. "Anything Goes" was the order (or lack thereof) of the day for parking at the mall. It was not an uncommon sight to find cars parked three deep, with the driver of the middle vehicle out of luck until the owner of the car ahead or behind him wandered along. Although people made a vague attempt to park in columns perpendicular to the building, those columns meandered drunkenly back and forth. The further from the mall, the greater the chaos. Anarchy in the parking lot.
I think that a lot of people today are living their lives as if there were no lines. There is a nagging sensation that they can't ignore that there should be lines, but they are uncertain where to look for them. So they just park themselves wherever it seems best, and hope that things will turn out alright in the end. More often then not, they don't. Since everyone else is following the same policy, it's never long between conflicts, and without lines, who's to say which one is in the right spot?
The parking lot has been repaved now, with bright, easily visible lines marking each spot. Order has returned to the mall. Mostly. A little anarchy still remains in the spaces furthest from the building. Even with the lines clearly marked, there are still people who refuse to accept any parking places except the ones they make for themselves.