Riding With Psychologically Diverse People in Cars

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My desk was stationed against a white wall, in full view of employees and clients stepping onto the second floor of the center. When I positioned myself into my chair, facing the bare white wall, a professional neophyte amongst the ostensibly grown folks, a sense of dispensability washed over me. Chronologically, I twenty-eight years old, still perceived as somewhat of a boy man.