There is something about yourself that you don't know. Something that
you will deny even exists until it's too late to do anything about it.
It's the only reason you get up in the morning, the only reason you
suffer the shitty boss, the blood, the sweat and the tears. This is
because you want people to know how good, attractive, generous, funny,
wild and clever you really are. "Fear or revere me, but please think I'm
special." We share an addiction. We're approval junkies. We're all in
it for the slap on the back and the gold watch. The "hip, hip,
hoo-fucking-rah." Look at the clever boy with the badge, polishing his
trophy. Shine on, you crazy diamond. Cos we're just monkeys wrapped in
suits, begging for the approval of others.
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