I recently quit my day job to pursue my dreams. Unfortunately, people fail to mention that while it is worth the effort the journey is incredibly terrifying if you are financially strapped for cash.
I have a loving but neurotic family, an even more neurotic dog that sometimes I wonder if I should take to a football field and punt through a goal post, a roommate who tries psychological warfare on me just because he can, and friends who are incredibly patient with me for God only knows what reason.
I myself am neurotic and often can relate to chicken little at least when it comes to my own competency at achieving my goals.
But I love to talk, I try not to be biased, but will still have my opinions on things. I can see the merit in others arguments and still not agree based on a gut feeling, or the fact that something just feels "icky" to me about an argument even if it is rational (for instance I can see how child labor could be beneficial but I still don't feel comfortable with it).
I love science and I want to work in health care. While I may grumble about how you should have taken care of yourself better and you wouldn't be in this position, I secretly love helping you out. Nothing makes me happier. Especially since to me the human body is like one large crime scene where you have to figure out whodunnit.
And if I can't inject you with something, bandage you up, or force you to take your medicine then I'm in the kitchen whipping up some goodies for you. Food is my way of saying, thank you, I love you, hope this horrible disaster passes, and I'm so glad you are my friend.
I also love to talk to people who love what they do as much as I love the human body. I think you learn the most from those who are having a blast doing what they do.
And that's me in a nutshell, even though I don't know how I got into this nutshell.
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