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I knew Ben was going to give me that stupid smile. I would knock his door down, furious and disgusted, and he would grin like his mystifying, infuriating behavior was the funniest thing since Monty Python. Then, we would either fight or watch YouTube videos. Currently, I am paying half the rent on an apartment I essentially have entirely to myself. My roommate and best friend has left his bedroom a maximum of five times in the past two weeks, and I have yet to see him actually put together consecutive steps upright. Ben can get away with this, as his idea of a career differs drastically from my own. Ben is not just unemployed; he refuses to do any job. My lifelong friend graduated top of our class in high school and then went to college where he sprinted his way to a finance degree. Being in similar fields, I can confidently say that Ben is an inch away from certifiable finance genius. People who agree with my assessment include every single...