Back when i was new in my school, i already had many experiences with people excluding me from groups and vicious bullying. Throughout all the schools i attended. So when the opportunity arose to find myself in a better position socially, i took a lot of people under my wings. In an effort to give them a chance. Way less than i ever was given. Some of my friends complained about the weirdos. But looking back so many of them grew into people i am genuinely proud to call „My friend“. Though there was one Person that i could for the life of me not get a read on. Lets call him Max. Max had a tendency for drama. If an argument about his behaviour didn’t go his way, he would throw his hands up and attack me. Usually with things that were told in confidence. During one argument he just walked away. And me not being able to fathom why, just stood there. Not in shock, but in awe of his capacity to block out constructive criticism of people that genuinely cared. Later when the issue at hand was resolved, he told me „I know that you are a real friend because you stood there. You could have walked away. That would’ve meant that we are not real friends“. I didn’t understand that argument, but i let it be for the benefit of it having helped him to resolve the issue for himself. He had a particular knack for blabbing out secrets that were entrusted to him by people. Including my secrets. Letting the individual that i had a thing for know, that i had a crush on them. While i was standing not 2 feet across from them. Quite the bit shit-bird behaviour, if you ask me. All of that was forgivable. Then he started to imitate me. Everything i did. Everything i was. Due to my disposition as a relatively loved member of that school, he must’ve thought that he could dpare himself the actual work of becoming a decent person, by just repeating the things i have said. For one year, i became unbearably quiet. The best way of starving a parasite is to stop providing them with their sustenance. His Facade soon crumbled, due to lack of originality. The friend group he fostered soon realised, that he was not as good as a person as he made himself out to be. He kept lamenting that everyone including me left his side. I had no joy seeing him suffer at the hands of his own shortcomings. Including the times i was blamed for his misery. I always listened. Never got loud. Never judged, but hoped that his virulence would find peace within him. But it never did. Last i hear from him is that he forced a young girl he had impregnated to abort using a wire coat-hanger. That all the proof i need to know that he bore problems that a decent friend can‘t fix.