There comes a moment in every man's life where he must relinquish the restraints of dichotomies imposed upon him, to establish himself and to exhibit his individuality, to delineate himself from the dogmatic masses around him, to define himself as he sees it right to and not as it would be expected of him to be. When asked which of the two kinds of man you are, answer that you are the third. Be the guacamole.
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