Have any of you ever had that weird, too-hard-for-words-to-explain feeling that, in your small circle of friends, you were the one who loved most the idea or that one identity you and your friends share by being in a solid group of friends? So much so that you do everything you can think of to reaffirm that connection you all share by being so annoying as to have countless photos with them, or to mention all their names in albums, photo captions, Twitter updates, etc. to let people know that you guys are, indeed, friends, as if it weren’t obvious from the get-go.

Out for a drink. Having an amazing night. @friend1 @friend2 @friend3 @friend4

Thanks for an awesome, drunken night. I love you guys! @friend1 @friend2 @friend3… @friend999

Ever had any of those kinds of friends in your circle?

Well, I’m that guy in all of my circles of friends. The broken record who just won’t shut up about how awesome the night was with his friends (and then goes on to name them every goddamned time he can), or that overbearing one who just won’t stop taking photos with all his friends (they have to be complete in every photo because how will people know he’s got friends if they’re not in it?), or even the borderline delusional one who has to come up with new, otherwise unimportant ways of solidifying their identity as a group of friends by, for example, giving them a name.

Okay, maybe the last one’s a bit extreme, and I’ve only ever really done that twice in the past, but that kinda gives you an idea as to how clingy I used to be.

Or still am.

Hopefully not :D