I had a “friend” named Erica. Erica was also rather shy, had principles some of our peers didn’t understand, and she too didn’t have a lot of friends. Naturally, we gravitated to one another over some commonality. After a few years, we did drift — she went off to college, I had stuff going on in my life. One day, years later, I took her and my mother (who is a raging narcissist btw) out to eat. During the conversation, Erica barked up with, “No, I don’t think Megan and I would be friends as adults if we hadn’t known one another as kids.” Wow. So just hanging out with me was out of pity or lingering obligation? And here I had just bought the b* lunch. As you can guess, we have nothing to do with one another.