"You gotta do what makes you happy."
It was a drinking night. Heavier than the usual. I had finished off the half-bottle of wine and had moved onto the fireball whiskey.
My friend looked at me. "What about you?"
I stopped and stared at the bottle. My mouth slightly opened. "What makes me happy doesn't make other people happy." I laughed. "I guess I always get the raw deal out of things."
"You care too much is your problem."
"Yeah."
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