I had a bit of a moment back when I was 17. I had what I thought was a really good friend that I skateboarded with for 5 hours a day after school. We partied too and hung and everything seemed great. We had a big social circle in high school. I had lots of friends and could always find people to go have grilled cheeses and coffee with at Larry and Kathty's. It was this dive place that didn't care if we spent hours in there getting free coffee refills and bad fries. But it is what we did after school was go there and hang out. Twenty of us. I had a solid chunk of friends.

But then I got a blast of truth.

Shaun, the friend I hung out with a lot was having problems at home and had just turned 18. I was also moving out so we looked at a few apartments. We found a great one that was cheap and Shaun was hesitant. It was ours and we could afford it but he hesitated.

A few days later someone told me he didn't want to live with me because, "I was a tedious asshole and living with me would be miserable".

This was brutal. This is a guy that everyday we head out to the U.S Bank underpark to skate. While good friends he thinks living with me would be horrible. So then my mind went a bit wild and I figured that all my friends thought the same.

So I changed. I am not a tedious asshole anymore. I will correct you if you are really wrong. But I am not going to point out your rounding error so I can feel superior.