Meaghan’s Own How-to-Identify-a-Frenemy Quiz

(A frenemy, by the way, is someone who pretends to be your friend but is actually your enemy.)

I created this self-help quiz for myself to identify destructive relationships, of which I’ve had too many in my life. I have trouble recognizing frenemies when I see them, and I have trouble breaking it off after I realize this relationship isn’t good for me. It’s blown up in my face a lot, most recently in November, when a woman I’d known for ten years, who had called me her “best friend” only a few days before this, wrote a vicious open letter to me on her blog where she violated my privacy by detailing my medical issues and other private things for the whole world to see, posted bits of my writing out of context and without my permission to demonstrate what a “sick person” I was, and said a lot of horrible things about me, a lot of which were not even true, and what was true was very distorted and twisted around to make it look a lot worse than it really was.


There had been warning signs, in retrospect. There are always warning signs. Every time this happens, afterwards I think, “My god, it’s obvious X was psycho and/or treated me like garbage. Why didn’t I notice this sooner?” But then it happens again. I need stop making excuses for people (“yes, he is mean to me, but he’s been under a lot of stress lately and…”) and I need to stop hanging out with people I don’t even like just because I feel sorry for them or because I don’t have anyone else to be with.

It occurs to me that others may benefit from this quiz as well, so here goes:

1. Do you like this person? If yes, please continue. If not, stop the quiz and end the relationship right now; you’re wasting your time and theirs.
2. Does this person sometimes treat you in a hostile or abusive manner without sufficient reason? If yes, two points.
3. Does this person usually treat you in a way that makes you feel liked and respected, and without putting you down? If no, three points.
4. Do you look forward to hanging out with this person, and enjoy spending time with them? If no, one point.
5. Is this person the sort that will never, ever admit they are wrong? If yes, one point.
6. Does this person have a tendency towards irrational behavior and jumping to conclusions? If yes, one point.
7. Have you noticed that this person treats other people badly or harbors bad feelings towards them for no good reason? If yes, one point.

If you scored zero, your relationship is quite safe and healthy.
If you scored one to three points, your friend may be a frenemy or may become one. Consider distancing yourself from this person or ceasing contact with them altogether. How much are you really getting out of this friendship?
If you scored more than three points, you’ve definitely got a frenemy on your hands. You should end the relationship ASAP and don’t look back.

The aforementioned young woman would have scored at least a five on this, maybe higher. But since I never really liked her that much to begin with — she liked me a lot more than I liked her — that alone should have been sufficient reason to break it off with her. I can be a real idiot sometimes.

Any thoughts on this quiz? Any ideas for improvement? I have decided that avoiding destructive relationships is vital for my psychological health.

72 thoughts on “Meaghan’s Own How-to-Identify-a-Frenemy Quiz

  1. Anthony June 14, 2009 / 6:37 pm

    I didn’t get past #2 because, if that happened, it’s “Whoa! Goodbye!” Continuing past #2 would mean one has little self-esteem.

    • Meaghan June 14, 2009 / 7:09 pm

      Hence the word “sometimes.” It’s possible to have a decent friend who gets extremely grumpy and irritable on occasion.

      • Anthony June 14, 2009 / 7:40 pm

        But—if they’re grumpy or irritable (which are rather weak tea when compared to “hostile or abusive,” ahem) toward me for no reason, out they’ve gone, ta-ta, goodbye, write if you get work.

        As always I do need to point out that I am a spoilt-rotten only child—though this also means that real friendships are highly valued (and too the reverse: frenemies are only deserving of the rack & the cat!).

  2. Aimee June 14, 2009 / 6:44 pm

    I agree. But Meaghan, you miised one that I think should be included:
    Does this person often “play the victim” and blame others for their own bad behavior, toward you or otherwise? If yes, ten points.

    • Anthony June 14, 2009 / 7:42 pm

      “Do you frequently feel like telling this person to go ‘piss up a rope’?” If yes, five points.

    • Meaghan June 15, 2009 / 12:52 pm

      I would equate that with the never admit he’s wrong question. Because a big part of apologizing for something is admitting you did something wrong. In fact, if you won’t admit you made a mistake or behaved badly, it’s not really an apology.

      • Aimee June 15, 2009 / 1:14 pm

        You’re probably right. I was just thinking, some people go by “It’s nto enough to deny responsibility, you gotta shift it over onto somebody else too while you’re at it.”
        For examples of this, turn on C-Span any time of day or night.

  3. Aimee June 14, 2009 / 7:46 pm

    When out in public with this person, do you frquently wish you had a sign to wear reading “I’m NOT with Stupid?”

    • Anthony June 14, 2009 / 8:02 pm

      “Is it apparent that, when viewing your friendship, others decide almost immediately that your ‘friend’ must also be your drug connection, because why else in God’s name would anyone hang out with THAT? If yes, five points.”

      (This is a “Blast from the Past,” old-guy-me one, lol.)

  4. Aimee June 14, 2009 / 8:13 pm

    When viewing your friendship, do others wonder how much money you are being paid to hang out with this loser? If yes, five points.

    Do these same people, upon learning that you are not being paid, then say how generos and selfless you must be to hang out with this loser for free?
    If so, ten points.

    • Anthony June 14, 2009 / 8:20 pm

      (British version of above c. mid-20th century.) “If your friends see you with a less-than-worthy male companion, do they immediately think you’ve ‘gone on the game’? If yes, ten points.”

  5. Aimee June 14, 2009 / 8:26 pm

    American version, circa mid-eighties: If your friends see you with less-than-worthy female companion, do they start singing “Just a Gigolo/I Ain’t Got Nobody?”
    if so, ten points.

    • Anthony June 14, 2009 / 8:54 pm

      (Britain/U.S., mid-’60s) “Do the opening chords to the Animals’s version of ‘House of the Rising Sun’ seem to follow you when you’re with this person? If yes 10 points.” (YouTube 1964 Animals video of same well-worth a watch.)

  6. emma l June 15, 2009 / 12:36 pm

    I just identified one. Actually I never liked her. I can’t actually remember why we’re friends. Guilt? I HAVE NO IDEA. Weird.
    So thanks for this……….

  7. Anthony June 16, 2009 / 5:12 am

    It’s 16 June, Happy Bloomsday all.

    • forthelost June 16, 2009 / 5:21 pm

      I graduated from high school several years ago on Bloomsday, and my dad made sure to note it on my congratulatory card. We’re both lit nerds.

      • Anthony June 16, 2009 / 5:32 pm

        When I finally got around to tackling “Ulysses,” I did so, of course, by beginning it on 16 June. I made it through a couple hundred pages that day and finished it that week. Best novel ever.

        But I still haven’t tackled “Finnegan’s Wake.” Think I will do this summer though.

  8. Aimee June 16, 2009 / 12:28 pm

    Bloomsday? Is that a posh literary reference possibly of the type made by a poseur?
    Or are you just bored and ripe for goofiness and looking for an accomplice?

    • Anthony June 16, 2009 / 4:32 pm

      I’m always the latter and frequently the former!

  9. Aimee June 16, 2009 / 11:56 pm

    Remember when that woman popped up claiming she was Shannon Sherrill? That poor girl’s family. The sheriff or whoever he was called a press confeerence so they were under the impression they were going to be reunited with Shannon, but he’d called it in order to announce the woman was a fake and the DNA didn’t match up and she’d done similar things before. Just awful.
    Another topic: I assume Bloomsday refers to the Bloomsbury Group, so I’m going to leave that one alone, because I try not to get involved with things that I don’t know anything about.

    • Anthony June 17, 2009 / 12:59 am

      Noooo! 16 June (in 1904) was the day when James Joyce first met his wife-to-be, Nora—and thus he set the action of his novel “Ulysses” (the greatest ever written, imho) on the same day.

      The Bloomsbury folk were effete bores compared to Jimmy.

      But anyway, Molly Bloom’s long soliloquy/internal monologue which closes the novel is easily the sexiest thing ever written in the English language; here’s the end of it:

      “…I was a flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.”

  10. Aimee June 17, 2009 / 1:13 am

    Yeah, run-on sentences are a real turn-on for me too.
    Sorry, but the whole thing reminds me of silly teenagers who refuse to use any punctuation in their internet postings.
    Oh well, at least there was no toilet material in there. No farmyard animals, power tools, household appliances or raw liver either.
    Mountain flower, hmmmm.

    • Anthony June 17, 2009 / 1:27 am

      Oh puh-leeeeze! Anyways, I once read that whole sequence to a girl (the one who looks exactly like the missing person I referred to the other day, actually) over the phone, and yes she said yes YES!

      (Cough-cough.) Yes. Where was I.

      Oh, my other “sexiest sequence” is from, oddly enough, Jimmy’s old pal Kit Marlowe:

      Come live with me and be my Love,
      And we will all the pleasures prove
      That hills and valleys, dale and field,
      And all the craggy mountains yield.

      First stanza of it, anyway. Best seduction poem ever? Andrew Marvell’s “To His Coy Mistress.” Word up.

  11. Aimee June 17, 2009 / 1:35 am

    Now THAT one is good! You should have great success with that one.
    I kinda like Brad Paisley’s seduction in “Ticks” myself.

    • Anthony June 17, 2009 / 2:14 am

      Which? Kit’s, or the Marvell??

      As for ol’ Brad…
      Every time you take a sip
      In this smoky atmosphere
      You press that bottle to your lips
      And I wish I was your beer
      And I’d sure like to check you for ticks

      is sort of, well, what—sort of…hm…kicky? dicky? hicky? icky?

      It is, however, quite definitely ticky.

  12. Aimee June 17, 2009 / 2:22 am

    Yes, it’s hicky (not hickey but it might be) and ticky, and probably sticky, maybe even icky. But let’s don’t be picky. You have to remember I’ma country girl, essentially.
    And any guy who is willing to keep the bugs off me is a-okay by me.
    (Kit’s, I don’t really know the Marvell poem.)

    • Anthony June 17, 2009 / 2:56 am

      I had a weird tick experience once: middle of the winter, home in bed reading after drinking beer with pals at their farmhouse; I was reading an article about Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever, aka “tick fever,” when, from under the covers, crawled a—you guess it—a tick, a tick in the middle of the winter, plump and active. I’m not sure what ticks do in the winter in Delaware, but, in Kansas, I’d never seen one in January before.

  13. Aimee June 17, 2009 / 3:03 am

    We’ve seen them in the wintertime here. Not often, but often enough.
    I remember about ten years ago, when we still had our dear, departed Ernie and Bert. My mother was rubbing on Ernie and noticed a shiny, hard silver thing protruding from his neck. It looked to her exactly like a bullet and she panicked and called the vet to say the cat had been shot and she was bringing him in.
    Then my aunt Susan showed up, took one look at Ernie’s bullet, and said “That’s a tick.” Mom held Ernie down and Susan pulled the tick out. The tick was so full it pretty much exploded. We were all so relieved that it wasn’t a bullet (it didn’t occur to us at the time that if he really had been shot in the neck, ernie probably wouldn’t have been as sprightly as he was) that we didn’t even feel stupid right away.

    • Anthony June 17, 2009 / 4:42 am

      I’m glad they caught the (alleged) serial cat killer in Florida. I have never been able to fathom why anyone would torture or kill an animal—unless for food, of course, in the latter case (and even there I’m a bit weirded out—well, even though I could go for a cheeseburger along about now, and some bacon or sausage or both for breakfast, lol).

      But were I left alone with anyone I knew had killed without good reason a cat or a dog—well, that’s best left unsaid.

      Ernie was probably secretly hoping he had been shot, which would have yielded a good yarn to spin with neighboring cats. The moggy would have been able to dine out on that story for years!

  14. Aimee June 17, 2009 / 5:11 am

    if I’d ever been in any doubt that you are an Anglophile, your use of “moggy” would have erased it all.
    Even without the actual bullet, old Ernie (the bigg, fat, very sociable orange moggy) probably regaled his buddies with the tale of how he managed to terrify his entire family of a morning. (In fact this occurred in late winter, if memory serves.)
    I heard about the cat killer. Pretty nasty business. You watch that space: in ten or fifteen years, if he doesn’t die first, he’ll be cutting up people. Mark my words.

    • Anthony June 17, 2009 / 1:55 pm

      Yeppers, if I ever get another kitten, I will be naming him or her “Moggles.” And if I ever buy a parakeet, I will disclaim that term and notify all that I’ve a new budgie.

      Ernie probably did get the idea of claiming to have been shot from the misidentification of the bullet, and regaled neighborhood cats with his “I—I took a bullet…a bullet that was meant for Burt!” act, and illustrating the moment of his heroism by putting a paw to his forehead, rolling his eyes upward, and falling over with a loud meow.

  15. Aimee June 17, 2009 / 2:09 pm

    That sounds like pure Ernie. I can just see him in my mind’s eye doing that. Taking a bullet for Bert, that is totally in character too, even if she did have the habit of walking up to him at random and slapping him on the head.

    • Anthony June 17, 2009 / 2:37 pm

      I think that a key ingredient of my anglophilia—or, perhaps, a telling clue as to its genesis—is my ability to imagine household pets in a variety of human circumstances. I’m sure this is essentially a British trait.

      I’m constantly battling with the fact that my family’s been here since 1690 though. We never should have moved!

  16. Aimee June 17, 2009 / 2:43 pm

    Well, I for one am glad you did move to the US. Gives you just the right touch of humility and accessibility. The common touch, they call that.
    I have no trouble imagining pets in human situations and with human thoughts and reactions. My brother and I have always made up internal dialogues for our cats, and now the doggie too. We have Buddy, our cat, pegged as a suave, quiet, jazz-loving, night-prowling man about town. And Penny, the pooch, is a boisterous, wide-eyed innocent, always curious to learn but holding some rather quixotic but unshakable beliefs.
    Bonus point: I never had the chance to use quixotic in a sentence before. Yay, me!

    • Anthony June 17, 2009 / 2:51 pm

      Full marks for the “quixotic”! You do know that, in Brit English, the proper pronunciation of Don Quixote’s surname is “Kwicks-it,” right? And Don Juan is Don “Joo-en.”

      Buddy sounds quite the boulevardier. I can see him now, his beret worn at a jaunty angle, a pack of unfiltered Gitanes at his side, eyeing his next catch as he listens to a Lester Young solo. Oooh-la-la! Zee evening, she eez perfect!

  17. Aimee June 17, 2009 / 3:06 pm

    Kwicks-It sounds like a mini-mart. Giant sodas, microwaved hamburger-like objects, free coffee for state troopers, robbed every other week.
    Bud the Boulevardier, that works. Except he doesn’t have a French accent, he’s more like a quiet, faintly sinister voice. Just a bit like Bill Kurtis or Robert Stack. With a touch of “Stary Cat Strut” (bonus points to you if you know what song I’m talking about.) thrown in for good measure.
    What book am I going to read next? So many choices. I think it’ll be Roger Depue’s “Between Good and Evil” next. He was one of the original FBI profilers. Why not, I’ve read John Douglas, Robert Ressler, Roy Hazelwood…

    • Anthony June 17, 2009 / 3:15 pm

      Stray cat strut, I’m a ladies’ cat,
      A feline Casanova, hey man, thats where its at
      Get a shoe thrown at me from a mean old man
      Get my dinner from a garbage can,

      But of course I remember the song, and the way-long-ago MTV video of same. I think I still have the Stray Cats LP in the garage.

      I’m so bored and so broke that I’m re-reading a stack of Fortean Times mags to kill the time of day. Speaking of which, it’s supposed to be 97 here this afternoon.

  18. Aimee June 17, 2009 / 3:18 pm

    You are desperate! But this is my chance to ask: what exactly does Fortean mean?

    • Anthony June 17, 2009 / 3:26 pm

      This sounds good: “strange naturally occurring phenomena that science cannot yet define or explain”

      The word was coined from the name of Charles Fort, a sometime journalist who collected accounts of anomalous occurrences, then used them in books he wrote, e.g., “The Book of the Damned,” “Wild Talents,” etc. etc.

      Key CF quote: “One measures a circle beginning anywhere.”

      Yes, but of COURSE this is a British publication I am re-reading. Though Fort himself was American—but an anglophile!

  19. Aimee June 17, 2009 / 3:32 pm

    Sounds good. I was guessing Fortean was a place-name, or else a poseur’s way of spelling Fourteen.
    “Neville, if I’ve told you once I’ve told you FORTEA times! to put that nasty thing down and go wash your hands!”

    • Anthony June 17, 2009 / 3:39 pm

      “Oh! But Alexandra, it’s in the garage (GARE-ej) that I’ve been slaving, do let me but toil awhile on these mucky old spark plugs!”

  20. Aimee June 17, 2009 / 3:47 pm

    “Very well then, poppet. But there’ll be no bangers and faggots for tea till you’ve washed the muck off.”

    • Anthony June 17, 2009 / 4:09 pm

      Well, alright lurve, as long as there’s toad in the hole come breakfast.”

  21. Aimee June 17, 2009 / 5:02 pm

    And a rack a toast with marmalade as well.

    • Anthony June 17, 2009 / 5:22 pm

      Decisions, decisions: bubble & squeak, or spotted dick?

      Yes, the English breakfast features so many alarming choices.

      • Anthony June 17, 2009 / 5:25 pm

        And, in re: spotted dick, which you probably thing I’ve made up, this, from Wiki:

        ‘There are many nicknames for a Spotted Dick including “Spotted Richard”, “Dick in a box”, “Dotted Lloyd”, “Mixey Dick”, “Dick with a dot”, “Le Dick Spots”, “Creamy Brown Dick”, “Dick con Motas”, and “Dickie Burton” as well as many others. It is a cultural part of English Cuisine.’

  22. Aimee June 17, 2009 / 10:09 pm

    None of those names sound even remotely appetizing. I know it’s some kind of plum puddingy thing, but I’ll pass, thanks. A couple doughnuts and some coffee is fine, thanks.
    And I thought scrapple was nasty-sounding.

    • Anthony June 17, 2009 / 10:32 pm

      Yup, “spotted dick” sounds distinctly like a part of my British heritage best forgotten. (Same for “dotted Lloyd.”)

  23. Aimee June 17, 2009 / 10:39 pm

    A diseased part, I’ll bet.

    • Anthony June 17, 2009 / 10:49 pm

      Yes. “Off with his head.” (Why no, I am not making a double entendre. Why do you ask?)

  24. Aimee June 17, 2009 / 10:54 pm

    Why would I ask? I didn’t. Yo’re just being cocky.

    • Anthony June 17, 2009 / 11:09 pm

      Sorry! A boner on my part!

  25. Aimee June 18, 2009 / 2:21 am

    Yer nuts, Tony the Tyger-Burning-Bright. Just nuts.
    But we’re having a ball, aren’t we?

    • Anthony June 18, 2009 / 2:55 am

      As the second witch in ‘Macbeth’ put it,

      “By the pricking of my thumbs,
      Something wicked this way comes.”

      ! ! ! !

  26. Aimee June 18, 2009 / 2:59 am

    Meaghan is going to have a conniption when she comes back and sees what we’ve done to her beautiful blog while she was away.

    • Anthony June 18, 2009 / 3:30 am

      Cat’s away?
      Mice play.

  27. Aimee June 18, 2009 / 3:47 am

    Guess that makes me Hunka Munka and you’re Tom Thumb. Unless you’d rather be Stuart Little.
    In light of the preceding exchange, you might be a bit sensitive to names like that. How about Ralph S. Mouse, aka the Mouse with the Motorcycle of Beverly Cleary’s books?

    • Anthony June 18, 2009 / 4:01 am

      A hunka hunka burning Munka, as Elvis Presley almost sang.

      And I have actually seen Tom Thumb’s namesake, General Tom Thumb—he of the great fame attained under the auspices of Mr. P.T. Barnum—‘s wedding carriage and a tiny bit of the 1863 wedding cake, when Tom, a.k.a. Charles Stratton, wed Miss Lavinia Warren, also diminuitive of stature, in Grace Episcopal Church, NYC.

      That carriage? Small. Extremely small.

      The Witte Museum in San Antone acquired that city’s Hertzberg Circus Collection, the largest of its kind in the world, thank you very much, and their display of these—and many other—objects was TOO COOL.

      Not sure if the Thumbs had a cat. If they did, it was probably a small one, so as not to bowl them over as it raced to its bowl at chow time.

  28. Anthony June 18, 2009 / 5:03 pm

    Pssst. Aimee. Quit surfing Rehoboth Beach. We need to chat.

  29. Aimee June 19, 2009 / 12:18 am

    How’d you know I was in Rehoboth today?
    Maybe you can ask Meaghan nicely if she’ll give you my e-mail addy. Or if you’re bashful, I could ask her for yours? That is, if you really did want to chat and weren’t just being goofy. (If you were being goofy, then consider me being goofy in response and no hard feelings.)

    • Anthony June 19, 2009 / 12:53 am

      I’m Rehoboth-brained. (I love that term: Rehoboth Beach. In Delaware, no less. It sounds straight out of an unpublished H.P. Lovecraft story or something.) Me? magusdee/gmail, with the at and the com. “THE HORROR AT REHOBOTH, when the Ancient God Cthulu slithered beneath the sands.” I need to re-read my Lovecraft. Werid fellow. Great tales.

      • Aimee June 19, 2009 / 1:32 am

        You obviously haven’t ever been to RB, because there’s nothing scary about it, except for the high price of parking and the dearth of same.
        Emial coming your way.

  30. Anthony June 19, 2009 / 1:37 am

    It’s just the sound of the word—REHOBOTH—that links with the high strangeness of locales and of gods in the Lovecraft oeuvre.

  31. Aimee June 19, 2009 / 1:49 am

    I believe it’s a Biblical place name, originally. To me, it sounds a bit like a stuffy nose.

    • Anthony June 19, 2009 / 2:08 am

      Just wikipedia-ed it. It is apparently the name of three different places in the Holy Bible (doesn’t say which), there is a Rehoboth in Massachusetts, a Rehoboth in Israel, and a Rehoboth in Namibia. Answer to missive on way, p.s.

      • Anthony June 19, 2009 / 2:24 am

        And…and…it’s a well ol’ Isaac dug, way back yonder in Genesis, and…and…Saul’s hometown. No, not that Saul/Paul. King Saul. Also in Genesis, him.

        And no wonder it bleepin’ reminds me of Lovecraft as Rehoboth, Mass., is the setting for one or more of his tales. Jeesh! (Smacks self on forehead.) I KNEW THAT.

  32. Aimee June 19, 2009 / 3:27 am

    Well, the only scary thing about the place today was, we stopped by this ice cream place that has all these different flavors. Stuff like pomegranate, blueberry, Asian red bean, orange-blossom honey, bacon, chicken, sweet corn, celery…
    Yeah, that was scary. My mother and I sampled the lavender ice cream. Not bad, though it did kind of put us in mind of eating bath products. And my brother said hte sweet corn ice cream wasn’t half bad either.
    Those were just single-spoonful samples, I ended up getting me a brown-sugar vanilla cone. Dumb me. Should’ve gotten something more exotic, because that just tasted like vanilla.

    • Anthony June 19, 2009 / 3:46 am

      I’m w/bro on this one: I would have gone for the sweet corn flavor too. I would have drawn the line if they’d have had fried okra flavor though. But I would have been tempted.

      Lavender? I don’t think even Oscar Wilde would have tried the lavender, though I could be possibly wrong in my assessment!

  33. Aimee June 19, 2009 / 4:07 am

    It’s not unheard of to use lavender in cooking. I’ve seen recipes for lavender-flavored lemonade and also lavender butter, where you secure lavender leaves all over a stick of butter and let it “marinate” for a day so.
    I love lavender anything. I have a lavender plant in my room and one outside in my herb garden. The outside one is covered all over with buds, and if we ever get a sunny day again, it’s going to smell heavenly.
    Okra, no thanks. It doesn’t even sound nice: Oke-ruh. Same as grits doesn’t sound nice (but I like grits) and neither does pudding, when you think of it.

    • Anthony June 19, 2009 / 4:34 am

      The (ahem) Washington Post, at which I’m currently taking a gander, has as its lead FOOD AND DINING article a chipper little offering on “Gelato, Reshaped.” Doesn’t appear to come in fried okra flavor though, more is the loss.

  34. singer77 February 20, 2013 / 5:40 pm

    Meghan thank you for this wonderful quiz, it’s helping me uncover that several of my friends both male/female are frenemies….knowing that I feel worse after hanging out with them, they only come to me for favors, $, a shoulder to cry on etc…yet are seldom there for me, and often times gossip about me (I hear from other people) and assume the worst about me rather than actually taking the time to check in on me and ask how my life’s actually going….I’ve been really hurt by all this and your quiz has got me thinking and realizing that if I don’t feel uplifted after hanging around these people, and they’re not bringing motivation and joy to my life then it’s time I DUMP MOST OF THEM…..I guess I attracted them initially b/c they also didn’t have a lot friends so I felt they needed a caring supportive friend, but they took advantage…Thanks again Meghan…

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