<div align="left">It’s almost like telling somebody they have severe crotch-rot; whoever you’re telling will most likely be in denial, it’s something you would never want to say to another person, and it’s definitely something they won’t want to hear. But at some point, people have to come to grips with ugly truths. How do you go through it? How do you tell somebody? You know…that you love them but that some of their friends are dips**ts you can’t stand to be around?</div>
<p>Most people who are extroverted and fun to be around tend to have lots of different groups of friends. It’s in their nature to branch out, and embrace whoever might cross their paths that they share some sort of positive connection with. That doesn’t necessarily mean however, that all these people are going to get along. In fact, it’s usually quite the opposite. Extroverts like to bounce around, work rooms like a Kennedy, and shake hands and smile with people from all over the social spectrum. The trouble happens when the Extrovert attempts to combine the friends from all over the spectrum into the same place. It might wind up being like putting a group of George Michael impersonators in the same room as a bunch of frat boys. Who doesn’t like getting hammered and also listening to "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go"? But then again, who knows? Maybe after a few cans of Natty Ice they would get friendlier than you’d expect. The point is that either way, it would be a bad scene. </p>
<p>In a way, it’s almost kind of selfish. Professor X reached out to everybody he could get his hands on; Wolverine and Cyclops were chief among them. What happened though, when he tried to make them bunk-buddies? They ****ing hated each other. I bet you whenever they were in a room with a bunch of other people, and for some reason all the people besides them left, and they became the only two people in the room, they would probably just glare at each other until one of them farted angrily and walked out. The anger and mutual disgust is never acted upon though; they both are down with Professor X when the **** hits the fan, and would never want to hurt him by not working together. Professor X meanwhile, is just chilling somewhere smoking a mutated blunt, getting to have his cake and eat it too. He gets to keep both friends around at all times, even though they can’t stand to be around each other. </p>
<p>The only thing worse than being part of a situation like that is the sad realization that <strong>you</strong> might be the one who gets tossed to the side like a flat-chested but very sweet girl at a Vibe Awards afterparty. Even Extrovert has only so much love to pass around. At some point he or she is gonna decide on one circle of friends to make the A-Squad. You will wake up in a cold sweat some nights, wondering whether you will be part of that pitiful B-Squad that gets a team picture in the yearbook of "Hey Remember That Guy He Was Cool" Memories, but never any action shots. You don’t want to be on the B-Squad; they never got any ****y, and that’s not so far away from not being able to hold on to somebody as a friend. </p>
<p>So what do you do? Do you put your pink beanbags on the chopping block and tell Extrovert about the breadth of your animosity towards his or her other pals, or do you suck it up and keep being civil, for his or her sake? Me personally, I choose the latter. You never know when you might get demoted to B-Squad, but wouldn’t you rather actually play, than self-righteously stand up and say you refuse to be around the group of ***ktards that are A-Squad, and not be a part of Extrovert’s team at all? Part of being a good friend is sacrifice anyway, right? Politely dealing with a group of people you might find unpleasant at times is a more than reasonable price to pay for staying close to somebody you really care about. If you are a student, employed, or have any kinds of family members whatsoever, you are probably already well-versed in getting along with somebody you really don’t like, just so someody you love will be happy. So be a friend and play ball. </p>
<p>Extrovert should also take heed though; some attempts at combining two things you’re fond of aren’t always great. Try accompanying some Taco Bell with a few shots of Goldschlager sometime and see how that works out.</p>
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P.S. This post was kind of bittersweet with some funny parts as opposed to being just straight-up funny. As such, I will leave you with a joke to try and compensate: </p>
<p>What quacks and has wheels? </p>
<p>A duck…I lied about the wheels! <br />
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Don’t you feel better? I do.</p>