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No, Scratch The Word "career." Careers Are For People Who Wish To Advance. I Only Want To Survive, Draw A Paycheck.

Love And Friendship. They Are What Make Us Who We Are, And What Can Change Us, If We Let Them.

Then He Continues His Rant,saying, "and Even If I Didn't Know Them, I Know Their Type." "and What Type Is That?" She Asks,leaning Foward In Her Chair,yearning For Confirmation That He Gets It,that They Are Like-minded In Their Observations Of Others And The Circumspect Way They View The World. "oh,let's See," He Says,rubbing His Jaw. "superficial.artificial.sheep. They're More Worried About How They Come Across To Others Than Who They Really Are.they Exhaust Themselves In Their Pursuit Of Things That Don't Really Matter.

But I Have Learned That You Make Your Own Happiness, That Part Of Going For What You Want Means Losing Something Else. And When The Stakes Are High, The Losses Can Be That Much Greater.

There Is Always Something Comforting About Knowing That You Are Not Alone. That Other People Feel The Way You Do. That You Are A Bit Screwed Up, But Still Normal.