Someone asked why I seem to talk about my friend so much
Part of the reason is that I love him, but that's only a surface reason. In reality, I learned how boring I was. Had no hobbies to speak of, just kinda went with the crowd and never developed. It was a harsh wakeup call, I won't lie, depressed me for a while. But there was also a silver lining: it meant that I could become interesting. That's what my friend has been subconsciouly helping me with. He's opened me up to new things, experiences, hobbies, and just fun stuff. Maybe one day I'll be able to teach him something new, but until that time I'll keep working on myself and building up.