In fact, in my most recent romantic pursuit (More later) You were the explicit exception to the rule.
Someone says that the friends thing never works. I beg to differ.
I asked you out once, and you turned me down. Truth be told, you might be a really good girlfriend if you got what you gave. I wouldn't know, really. But we became straight up friends, yo! Moreover, you seem like the hallmark of my inclusion!
That sounds terrible.
The point is, I feel like I can discuss anything with you rationally because besides being removed, you're stable. You're fun to talk to, and you even talk back to me. I never expected to have a good relationship with you. You seemed off-limits, and yet, you weren't.
I keep my buddy list short. Often, I'll start talking to someone and give more than I get. It's one of those things that makes me insecure and nervous and all of that. With you, it's even. It feels like you genuinely want to talk to me. And even if you don't? You fake it pretty fucking well.
I wish I could hang out with you more. That whole New Trier thing got in the way, a little bit. But when I do see you, it feels all right. You are the group. You take away the nervousness that I have in larger groups.
In terms of high school social groups, you need the ability to manage instability. I don't have that, and yet I'm still friends with you. Independently. Unawkwardly. Mutually.
You, essentially, destroyed that group dynamic that I loathe so much, and know how to embrace my "Misanthropy". And you know, that sort of substitutes for a real embrace.
Speaking of, you totally saved the fucking day when you hugged me after I crashed my car. Thanks.